People take wedding vows every day. “’Til death do us part.” I’m not sure most realize what that means in real terms. Between the vow and death can come illness of epic proportions, whether it’s physical or mental. Between the two can come inconvenience and the reshaping of plans for the future. Between the two falls the test.
Between the words and the deeds lies the truth.
It supercedes any words and is evidenced by deeds. I can tell you anything that comes into my head, but what I do paints the story of who I am in vivid Technicolor for all the world to see.
“’Til death do us part” means sitting in emergency rooms and hospital rooms, waiting for the one you love to make his way back to this reality. It means planning life around someone with mobility impairments.
Those words mean making hard choices. Taking care of someone when he can’t take care of himself. Turning off life support, even though it kills you inside.
The things that couples come apart over amaze me. They sleep around when they have what they need at home. There’s more to a relationship than sex. No relationship can be sustained by it alone. It is ephemeral and passes with the orgasm.
What lasts is the longing to be home, the sheer joy of walking in a front door where you know someone’s waiting for you, whether he’s taking a nap or not.
Dorothy was right. There’s no place like home. Especially if the man you love is there, asleep or not. He’s there. And it’s the best part of your day. Just coming home.
That’s what “’Til death” means.
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