They had spoken their marriage vows decades ago, but things didn’t work out as planned. They split up many years ago – for whatever reason? I never found out, it was just too inappropriate to ever ask.
The ex-wife became progressively more unwell over the past months. The ex-husband arrived from many thousands of miles to help out, leaving his second family behind.
Things rapidly worsened, and she started to lose her functional abilities. She knew that the end of her life was coming and she made preparations for her own funeral. Her anxiety worsened as her body and it’s senses started to fail her. She became increasingly confused and uncomfortable. The family tried their very best to keep her at home, but they became physically and emotionally exhausted, and could not cope as her condition worsened.
She was admitted to our in-patient unit and knew that she would die there. Now that death was soon approaching, it made her fear grow to intolerable levels. He promised his ex-wife that he would be at her side until the very end, his calm and steady voice brought peace to her. The days passed and her condition deteriorated, sleep became a brief and unfamiliar acquaintance to him. He was physically drained, emotionally wrought but yet he was dedicated to maintaining his vigil.
I’m not sure what he said to her that last night, but I know that he emptied out his heart. He told me with tears in his eyes that after he had said what he needed to her, that she had taken her last breath, and then her life was over.
I’m not sure what had happened to them in the past, to break them apart, but when she needed him the most, he had been there.