It will be our "ruby wedding anniversary" tomorrow. How fast time has gone away!
Forty years ago, we were settled down at the med school hospital dormitory for residents. A small two storied apartment. We had only a bicycle for transportation. After finishing hectic daytime duty, we went for supper at a local restaurant on that bicycle together. For the first few months, I have prepared scrambled egg for breakfast everyday while listening to Faure's Songs by Gerald Souzay. Sometimes, we spent evenings at the student dormitory where we could play table tennis and my wife sometimes played piano. I can't remember if I played cello then. It took me some time to purchase a new cello. Everything was new to us. At the inpatient ward, I had to learn everything unfamiliar to me. My wife was attending a French study class instructed by the professor of psychiatry early in the morning once a week. I was also ambitious for the future as a researcher in immunology/hematology. Either of us could not accomplish any academic career. It was, however, fun for us to learn everything new to us. And still proud of having been serving for those who needed our help in the later years.
We have never dreamed of the difficult lives waiting for us ahead. It is impossible for me to describe what we have had to go through. With the support of my parents and the other family members, we could do that. I should be deeply thankful for every effort given by them. I also won't forget what you have endured and shared every thing with me.
We are getting into the last chapter of our lives. I don't know how long we could be with together. So far as we are allowed to, let's go hand in hand, whatever may happen to us. Until we are separated with death.
My wife in the honey moon trip. Sorry for uploading repeatedly this same photo, which I love most.