This true life story was gotten out of eavesdropping by reddit. It teaches a lesson of true love, adoration and respect.
It happened to be an unusual discussion between two old men who choose to talk about their wives while sipping coffee oblivious of the eavesdroppers.
The first man started talking about his wife, and when he asked the other man about his wife, this what he had to say...
"Man...I was 21 when I met her. I saw her from across the room
and brother.....didn't nobody have to tell me who she was. I
said 'there goes my wife', and the rest was history. That girl was
something else, man. Every single day, I'd go and work for 12
hours and when I came home, she had dinner on the table
waiting on me. After the kids were asleep, we were both so tired
that we would go straight to bed just so we could hold each
other. I was always content knowing that she was right there in
my arms. I told her every night that as long as she was there, I
was just fine. She was my queen, man.
I told her that every day, she was the queen of my whole life. And my queen pushed me all the time to be the man I needed to be. She pushed me to seek God and follow Him and love Him with my whole heart, she pushed me to be a better daddy, and you can ask my little girls and they'll tell ya, we wouldn't be nowhere near where we are
today if she didn't keep on making us better. Some folks just
have a way of doing that, ya know? Some people just make you
wanna be a better man.
Well, one day, she started getting sick. I didn't worry too much
at first, because everybody gets sick sometimes. But the doctors
seemed to think it was something we should worry about. Well
brother, they were right. She asked me if I would marry anyone
else if she died. She worried about it. she couldn't imagine me
being with another woman. I told her I could never have a
second queen. But ya know what? She didn't believe me! That
girl looked me in the eyes and said 'I know you better than that!
You're the kind of man who needs a woman by his side. You
couldn't be happy alone!'
I looked her straight back in those big brown eyes and I said
'sugar, I don't need no woman in my life, I need you. You're the
only one for me.'
Well, after a year of fighting it, a lot had changed. There wasn't
no more dinner on the table when I came home. Instead, I would
work 12 hours a day, and I would come home. I would carry my
wife out of bed and bring her to the table. I would cook dinner
with her sitting there watching me, and we would just talk like
nothing ever changed. Sometimes, we would sit and eat together
and smile and just be happy that we could look at each other. On
the bad days, I would feed her and she would cry and apologize,
but I told her it was what I was there for. She was so sick, man.
She was just so sick. She couldn't hardly do nothing. And she
had to take medicine all the time, it was every 4 hours. So once
we ate, I'd carry her back to bed and lay her down, and I would
crawl in bed beside her and hold her just like I used to, and
everything was ok. Just like I said before, it didn't matter what
was going on, as long as I could hold her in my arms. But I
could only lay with her for 4 hours at a time, because then I'd
have to get up and bring her that medicine. But those 4 hours in
between when I got to just be there beside her....man I wouldn't
have traded that for nothing!"
There was a long silence, a profound peace which none of us
eavesdroppers dared disturb with our poorly disguised sniffles
"But the body can only handle so much, ya know," the man
continued. "It took 2 years of her being sick as a dog before it
got the best of her. I saw it coming, and so did she. We both
knew she wasn't coming back from it. But it still felt like it came
outta nowhere. I mean....one day she's there in my arms, and
the next day she's gone. It killed me at first, but it didn't take
too long before I realized that she really was better off. She
didn't have to take no more medicine, she didn't have to eat no
more of my nasty cooking, all she had to worry about now was
praising the Lord!
Ya know what still gets me though? Man, I don't know what to
do about her stuff. I mean...I can't get rid of it. All her clothes
are still in the closet, I got pictures of her everywhere, and her
side of the bed is just how she left it. I wanna believe she's still
here. My daughters tell me I should get it out of there and fix the
place up, but I spent my life in that house with her. It's still our
home, as far as I'm concerned."
Silence again overtook the room. None of us had ever heard a
man speak with such absolute respect and admiration. It was
obvious that he had truly loved and adored that woman, and it
wasn't changing any time soon.
The other old man broke the silence and said "Man, that had to
be so hard, though. I mean...taking care of her like that and
having to do everything for her."
A smile crept across the old man's face. His entire face lit up
and he said,
"Brother, it was my privilege to be able to serve my queen for as
long as I did."