Me and Eddie still live
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Me and Eddie—still here, still alive, still holding onto one another through every storm life has sent our way. At 93, he has endured so much, and I have walked beside him through every chapter, every hospital visit, every quiet day at home, and every moment of uncertainty. Yet, what amazes me most is not just that we are still here, but that we are still living, still finding meaning in the ordinary, still sharing love that time and illness cannot erase.
Life with Eddie is not always easy. Age has slowed him down, illness has challenged him, and dementia has tried to steal parts of who he is. But even with all of that, there is something unbreakable in the bond we share. When I look at him, I don’t just see frailty or decline—I see the man who raised me, loved me, and gave me the strength to face my own life with courage. I see the quiet resilience that has carried him this far and continues to inspire me every day.
We may move slower now, we may live within smaller moments, but they are no less meaningful. A shared smile, a soft laugh, a hand to hold—these are the things that remind me that we are still living, not just surviving. And as long as Eddie is here, as long as I can sit beside him and feel his presence, I will continue to cherish every breath, every word, and every moment we are given together.