Growing old with you ♥️
We were celebrating their 65th marriage anniversary in a hospital room of oncology ward. The room was filled with devoid of sadness and anguish, the wall were simply creamy and the floor was grey in color. At the far end were windows in brown metal frames. There were stands for intravenous drips and monitors. The room had a stagnant smell. And there he was, laid down on that bed. His eyes were closed, matching his breaths to the beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed; the only indication of his heartbeat and his existence. His skin looked so fragile that it felt like it would ruptures on anything more than the softness of her touch. He slowly opened his eye which was not focused but randomly moving, obscured with cataracts. His hair was wispy over a scalp. Needles were pricked into his skin to deliver nutrition to his body. Morphines were rushed into his vein to give him pain-free moment with her. She had rest her hand on his, feeling the coldness in his fingers.