I sat and
watched him. The once fierce man who was now a mere fraction of the man I
married. He was trembling, his dominant right hand and arm worse than the
other. Initially I thought it is due to all the different medications he was on
after he had his first heart attack. He thought the same and just tried to cope
and still do what he could to lead a normal life.
He was
trying to make coffee but could not get the water inside the mugs. Warm water
spilled all over the counter. The mugs flew in all directions and ended
shattered on the floor. His look of utter disbelief while still clutching the vibrating
kettle shattered my heart.