She was young, and fell in love with a boy. Over time it became clear her heart was telling her this boy was the only one for her. She was a sensible girl, strong and smart, from a good family, and she knew her own mind. She knew this boy would become the man she wanted to be with as she became a woman.
Somewhere deep inside her she knew what is universally true: a person cannot help who they fall in love with, and the things that make up the person, good and bad, are part of what makes that person. For this boy, this man she loved, there was this: he was predisposed to have a degenerative neurological disorder. His mother was wasting away because of it and there was a very good chance he would, too. This was not some secret hidden from the woman who loved him. As they began to think of their life together, this fact of his life, this fact of their future lives, became of the stuff of ‘for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health’ the day they made promises to each other in front of God and the congregation.
Love does not discriminate, one cannot help who one falls in love with, and love and marriage in its purest form often results in children. For this young couple, the prospect of their child possibly inheriting a disease that may end its life earlier than most was very real.
And death: it is more certain than falling in love. It is the most democratic of all fates. But does one life their life trapped in a web of uncertainty, never moving? Does a person stop living a life because of uncertainty? Does a couple give in to fate when they have no idea what fate has in store for them?
This young couple, in time, had a child, a boy. The young woman became a mother, and enjoyed the days she had with her husband, a good father and a good provider. When the day came that he needed the care she could no longer give, he went to live where he could receive the medical attention he needed.
She accepted it, just as she promised, in sickness, and in health. And so another phase of their life together began. Just as this did not end their marriage, it did not stop him from being a father, the woman a wife and mother, and their child from being a son with parents who loved him.
Then the day came when her husband died, and the young woman went from wife to widow. Just as it brought love, marriage and motherhood, the passage of time brought the answers to the questions of her young life. For her, a new phase was beginning, and she and her son would continue their journey through their lives with the memories of the man that helped make them complete, and that would be with them until the end of their days.