Young as the morning, old as the sea

It's been just 6 months since I last walked down the bumpy road in this city. My great grandma still wore her beautiful smile and the house had an invisible aura that doesn't exist today. Today, in the front porch, sat my great grandpa, 4 years away from a centenary , with no more light in his eyes.

Inside the house, there were discussions regarding how he was slowly being a burden recently, how he started forgetting things more often, how he was careless, how he litters and how they never felt this while she, his wife was still here. He heard all of this. He wouldn’t respond as he stared at an old newspaper with shaky hands.I sat next to him in the seat that was now empty. We didn't talk. He looked like a lost wanderer.

It hit me. 76 years of family life. A world where only they could deal with their little quirks, laugh and cry with pure happiness that the outer world wouldn't understand. All of a sudden, when your partner in crime disappears without notice , it's a dead end. A void that cannot be explained. You're alone.

And then I realize, when we truly love someone, absorbed in its passion, we often forget how fragile it is. We build ourselves a home in them. A world just for us.
What can you do, when one day, without a notice, they leave you homeless?