We've all been taking shifts in the waiting room. There's a strict two-guest limit to visit my Grandpa, and while one nurse was nice enough to look the other way a few times, she no longer thinks its cute. So we've been rotating shifts, making sure there's at least one other person in the waiting room to keep an eye on my cousin.
My Grandma joins me in the waiting room to give someone else a chance to go in. "Did I tell you he called me last night?" She said. Who? "Your Grandpa! It was four in the morning, and he convinced one of the nurses to give me a call on her cell phone. He just wanted to hear my voice. When the phone rang, I was so scared that he'd died, when I hear his weak voice go, 'Hiii. It's me.' I got so angry at that nurse for scaring me..."
She gets up to check on him again as I exchange looks with my Dad. "You gotta admit that's kinda cute," I said, "he just missed her. They love each other so much."
"That's for sure," he said, "relationships like their's don't exist anymore."
I suddenly remembered an article I read about an elderly couple who passed away. The words of their son started ringing in my ears:
I think the world wants the kind of love they had
and has no idea how to have it.
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