Somebody was telling me a story the other day that I believe it deserves to be told, regardless of the sadness that involves it . Such proof of love shows that when people are really in love, they are willing to give anything that is in their hands for the loved one and words like sacrifice, hope, pain and effort acquire a different level of meaning.
I know I related a similar story before in this blog, but in that story the main characters had a different situation, age and expectations.
The story is about a young girl and a young guy, in their late twenties, both good looking with well respected jobs and a good economic status.
They were sweethearts since they met in secondary school and since then, they became inseparable. When they finished their leaving cert the two of them went to college, studied a degree, got jobs and decided to get an apartment together. Their life could have been easier since their families were wealthy enough, but they didn't want to rely on that.
All of a sudden, in a no particular day she started feeling bad... diziness, headaches, sickness but she thought it was probably due to the stress she was suffering at work. Day after day, the bad symptoms increased in intensity and became more constant so the couple decided to visit the doctor.
The terrible news didn't take long to arrive, she had a brain tumour. Doctors were rather hopeful towards the situation and the two young ones decided to fight and win the battle.
They were trying to live the life as they have planned before they found the news and he purposed her one night. They were going to get married when the doctors were expecting the things to be half way sorted.
The girl as any bride would act, was ubber excited. She arranged the venue, the dress, invitations...everything!
Time was passing by and she was not feeling any improvement; all the contrary, she was feeling worse every day. Finally, doctors announced the family that the tumour that was removed had re appeared again and that she had little time left.
Her fiancee convinced her to go on with the wedding, but she had no strenghts left. Her family changed the venue, as the other one could not host the wedding on a sooner day, and organised everything. They were devastated with the news and completely dishearten, but tried to fulfill their daughter's wishes in the best way they could.
The day of the wedding she was really weak, she had to absent herself few times of the reception so that she could rest and recover herself. The bride didn't want any help or people to stop joining themselves because she wanted the things to carry on as normally as they could be.
It was the best reflection of what a bittersweet moment is. Three days later she passed away.
It broke my heart to hear the story and brought my eyes in to tears as it is happening now while I'm writting about it. It's a horrible fate, but at least she went away with the happiness of knowing how beloved she was and being accompanied all the way till the end. She never walked alone