The 45th anniversary

Shyly, I would tell that it would be our 45th anniversary of marriage tomorrow. It is still like yesterday when we stood at the entrance of the tiny resident dormitory house 45 years ago. Everything was for us. Having learned a lot of things in life and as a doctor, we have spent the years. I still owe much to my wife for her dedication to the family and myself while I still feel ashamed not having carrying out my responsibility as a husband and a father. 

This year, her father has passed away. All of my parents have gone for now. It will be our turn for the next, I should say. Now she has finished her career as a psychiatrist. It is the time for us to enjoy retirement at home now. We never know how long this Indian summer days last for us. Cherishing every moment but not worrying for the future is most important for us. 

Again, here is the poem by Browning. Its truthfullness is compelling even more to me. I would spend the time left for us with this idea. 

  Grow Old

Grow old along with me!

The best is yet to be,

The last of life, for which the first was made:

Our times are in His hand

Who saith 'A whole I planned,

Youth shows but half; trust God: see all nor be afraid!

I would get a cake to celebrate today. And a dish of salad. The main dish will be the beef and potatoes already served last night!

Always the same photo of my wife taken 45 years ago. She is still this image even now. Even with a bit more grey thing on head, she remains as this in my consciousness.