The Admiral's Wife Died

Yesterday. He is 97. She was 96. True Love. She was comatose from Alzheimer disease the last few years. Each day, dedicated staff moved her from bed to her extended wheelchair to the couch to rest in the crook of his arm. Each day, being the admiral he is....he rises to take a shower, which consists of turning the water on and then off; having his coffee, which consists of holding an empty cup because he's too frail for it to be filled with hot coffee, and reading his newspaper (upside down). Then she rests in the crook of his arm for the day while he protects her and sings her praises to anyone who cares to listen. "This is my beautiful wife. She's a wonderful woman and mother. She's the love of my life." Now she has moved on and he is confused and lost. Will he be alive for much longer? Only the path of true love knows......