"When the Rock Cries"

the other day, I felt some tear drops falling onto my back...

they were from my wonderful wife...

she was giving me a backrub to help ease my pain for I could barely walk the other day...

she murmured, "I am sorry that I am putting you through this..."

PUTTING ME THROUGH THIS???

She has NO idea...she has NOT put me through anything...but I knew what she meant...

I have become, "disabled", in a way the past couple of months...I am going to be getting surgery soon to hopefully resolve this problem.

In the meantime, we have taken in our two grandchildren who are filled with lots of energy and require a lot of attention.

I know she meant them...that she felt like she has burdened me with them...

first of all, they are NOT a burden...they are NOT easy, by any means, but they are not any burden...

second of all, it is NOT her fault by any means...

things happen and young people these days just don't have a sense of "responsibility" anymore....Not all, but it seems to have increased in this generation...

and if she only knew how much she has given me...what I have received from her...it is so worth it, taking on these two kids and still in exchange, I would still OWE her...

My wife, she is one of the kindest and gentlest souls out there...to all that she has come into contact with, they have nothing but praises for her...

Beneath the elegance and grace, she has tremendous resiliency and strength that is superwoman like...

that it doesn't reveal itself until the stormiest of the storm would come...

her life hasn't exactly been a cake walk...her first husband passed away of unfortunate circumstance on the same day that her brother died few years earlier due to the same circumstance.

along with that, her two children, both struggling , by wrong and bad choices, have put themselves in predicaments that no parents want their children to be in.

But I am happy to say that at least one of them seem to be "waking up" now and is trying...

the grand children's time has ran out and the timing was so that they needed to be here, with us, now...while their mom keeps on working on improving her life...

and now, there is me...struggling physically that has added another stressor to my wife's life...

but she never complaints as she is vigilant in her fight for MY life...

taking me to appointments by taking time out from her arduous work schedule. Dragging me to doctors that I don't really want to see to make sure that I get the best surgeons and care...

in the meanwhile, putting up with my recalcitrant and sometimes, implacable attitude undauntingly...

looking at her from the exterior, one couldn't help but want to protect her because she looks "fragile"

yet, only when one gets to know her, do they know her strength, and that she is a rock deep within...

but...a rock still needs to cry sometimes...because a rock can still chip...and break...

but she is the type of rock that can mend itself and then stand against the crashing waves again...because she has done it, many times..

through the test of time and hardship...

THIS, is my wife...solid, unwaivering and unwavering in her love for her family and loved ones.

She's a rock that cries...and sometimes, it is needed...

and I need her to know that, without her, my life would've never been complete...I would've never been the happiest that I'd ever been..

because even in all this pain and weakness...whenever I see her...I somehow find the strength to live....

again....