ALSphere Foundation
Mr. Witherspoon wheeled himself to the porch, again. His caregiver Stella watched empathically. She had lost count of the number of times the octogenarian had gone to the main door since morning. His eyes lit up every time he heard a vehicle, and he rushed out with excitement, only to return disappointed. This was the first time that he had been away from Rose, his wife, and companion of 67 years.
In all these years, they hadn’t spent a single night away from each other and now some strange unknown virus had separated them.
14 days, he sighed as his eyes searched for her again.
“We are sorry, Mr. Witherspoon, we cannot allow you to accompany her. It would be risky for you both, as this contagion is highly infectious”. He had wept like a child, as he was severed from his love, by doctors dressed in a strange gear. He wasn’t allowed to even hold her hands or kiss her goodbye.
“We will keep you informed”, the doctor’s last words spoken hurriedly were bereft of emotions, but he wasn’t one to lose hope.
“Rose you come back soon, I will be here”, he promised as he saw the ambulance fading away.
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Wee woo Wee woo…
The loud sirens jostled Mr. Witherspoon. His tearful eyes brightened in anticipation. Stella comforted him, as she wheeled an anxious senior to the main door.
He waited with baited breath, for the sight of his love, his life.
The staff and inmates of the old age home watched teary-eyed, as the loving couple embraced. No words were exchanged and yet their eyes spoke a thousand words, conveying much more than words could ever.
“Till death do us part, my love”, Mr. Witherspoon whispered.
