I have been a nurse for more than ten years, and during this time I have seen many stories that touched my heart. But there is one memory that I will never forget — a story about kindness, loyalty, and love that left me in tears.
In our hospital, we had a grandmother who was 70 years old. The doctors gave her little time to live — maybe a month, perhaps less. Yet, despite her illness, she never stopped smiling. She joked with us, offered sweets to the staff, and even tried to cheer up other patients. Her strength amazed everyone.
What touched us most was the daily visit of a man. Every single day, without fail, he brought her fresh flowers — sometimes roses, sometimes daisies, sometimes tulips. Each bouquet was different, and every time she received them, her face lit up like that of a young girl. She would carefully hold the flowers, her eyes sparkling with gratitude, and thank him warmly.
What struck me was that this man never stayed long. He would quietly hand her the bouquet, say a few kind words, and then leave. One day, curiosity overcame me, and I gently asked him:
“Tell me, why do you bring flowers every single day? We know you are not her husband.”
The man sighed, and I saw tears in his eyes as he replied:
“You’re right, I’m not her husband. I have a wife of my own. But I do this because I promised.”
Confused, I asked again: “Promised? To whom?”
Then he told me a story that gave me goosebumps. He explained that he was the best friend of the woman’s husband. Her husband, sadly, was in another hospital, bedridden and too weak to even stand. Yet, throughout their marriage, he had one special habit — he always gave his wife flowers. Not just on holidays or birthdays, but simply because he loved to see her smile. He often said that her smile was the most beautiful thing in the world.
“He wasn’t her husband — he was fulfilling a promise for his lifelong friend.”
When her husband realized he could no longer bring her flowers himself, he asked his old friend to take his place. And so, with love and loyalty, this man came every single day, fulfilling the wish of his friend and bringing happiness to the woman.
Hearing this, my heart ached with both sadness and admiration. I told the head doctor about the story, and soon we arranged for the woman’s husband to be transferred to our hospital. Finally, the couple could be together again. They were placed in the same room, where they held hands and smiled at each other. From that moment on, the daily bouquets stopped — because now her husband could watch her smile in person.
“Finally reunited, they spent their last days holding hands and smiling together.”
Not long after, the grandmother passed away. It was heartbreaking, but I will always remember how her final days were filled with love, care, and devotion. She left this world surrounded by the loyalty of a husband who never stopped loving her, and the friendship of a man who kept his promise.
This story will stay with me forever as a reminder that true love exists — love that is stronger than illness, time, and even death itself.
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