I Will Follow You Into the Dark
“No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs.”
At my job I work with dementia patients whose debilitating illness is in various stages. One particular patient, I’ll call her Margaret, specifically arrested my attention the other day. I asked her how she was doing and she replied, with her gray eye-brows perked, wide blue eyes and a smirk, “I’m going crazy of course!”
It was comical and tragic at the same time. The truth of the matter is – she’s going crazy to a certain degree. But maybe she isn’t? Maybe she’s experiencing heaven in a way. As Milan Kundera said, “The only important things are the ones that can be understood by children.” Maybe we all should have our development arrested a little bit more.
I digress.
Margaret’s husband, who seems by all means to be in good mental health, comes in every day to check on his wife. They both usually have decaf coffee and sit at one of our tables. Yesterday I watched them sit in silence. My guess is that this is a common occurrence as his wife’s mind has degenerated to the point that having casual conversation with any tangential flow is hard to come by.
I think what I saw was love.
He followed her into the dark and made it his dwelling place.
That’s love. It’s when your love doesn’t require anything from the other person. It’s unconditional.
Maybe, the memories and past love had been to such a degree that the present suffering and lack meant nothing in comparison.
All I know is that I wanted to cry.
Sometimes I am cynical about soul mates and all that stuff. And, to a certain degree I’ll believe that soul mates are just people that come into your lives for a purpose to teach you something.
But, I think there’s something to having someone that stands with you until the end, holds your hand in the dark, and squeezes tight.
That is love.
xo.
DG