(Excuse my long winded-ness...I couldn't get it all out in 5 minutes.)
I come from a strong family. Not only physically (farmers, loggers, law enforcement, military, etc.) but also mentally. My family is the type to never say die. To just keep on going.
One of the strongest women I know is my grandmother (I talked about her here) and this last January I got to see that strength come out full force when my Grandpa was in the hospital with some health issues.
At the beginning of this month, my Grandma was put in the hospital with an incredibly nasty flu that went into several other things.
As I said before, Grandma is a strong woman. She is in her late 70's, and has more energy than I do. I don't have time or space to try and describe her, so just believe me when I say she acts like a 25 year old. So having her in the hospital was a new and frightening thing. Hearing that she couldn't be out of bed for more then 30 minutes was not exactly comforting.
Her physical strength had broken. But her mental strength was still there. Her heart strength was still there.
Now several weeks later, her physical strength is almost back up to par. And once again, I am seeing the strength come out as she cares for my Grandpa who is in the hospital again.
My Grandpa fell a few days ago. Two nights ago, my Mom and Grandma took him into the hospital. And yesterday afternoon, it was discovered that in the fall he had broken his hip.
There is a lot of breaking happening down the sidewalk from me, in my grandparents house. Breaking of physical strength. Breaking of bodies. Breaking of the un-breakable image I have always had of my grandparents. But there is also a lot of love. My grandparents have been married for a very long time, and even though their bodies may be breaking, their love stays strong.