What is LOVE all about?

As when I wonder, what LOVE is all about, this story touch my heart....

It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 A.M., when
an elderly gentleman in his 80’s, arrived to have stitches removed from his
thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an
hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch
and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his
wound.

On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had another doctor’s
appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease.

As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised, and asked him, “And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?” He smiled as he patted my hand and said, “She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.” I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, “That is the kind of love I want in my life.”

True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. Peace is seeing a sunset and knowing who to thank. The happiest people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.

(story from a blogger)

......and I wonder, will my the other half treat the same should one day I'min the same condition.

My dad also one of the Alzheimer’s Disease victim. My mom has to take up the responsibility to take care of him even she doesn't willing to. The marriage of my parent is a faulty match, they both does't belong each other. Although the mumbles repeat everyday, still mom plays her role as a wife. So in the fact of 'true love' and responsibility, they both never got apart. It's like an 'ALL-IN' package, agree?