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The Wife and Her Blind Husband

As the cool wind pulls my hair backwards, I stare at this beautiful city- Auckland. Mt. Rangitoto stands majestically in the middle of the Hauraki Gulf. It’s been inactive for years now but it seems to me that it would erupt anytime now and cover the sea in ashes.

Will and I went yesterday to Mt. Rangitoto.  It’s situated in a volcanic island, created by several eruptions, centuries ago. Ashes, dried lava and rocks were spewed around everywhere. Nature’s destruction at its finest.

Yet, from the dryness of these ruins came life. Tiny plants were growing onto them, probably being fed by the frequent rains in Auckland.

As we climbed to the top I took hold of Will’s hand and described my surroundings to him. Will, my husband, is blind. We recently saw glow worms in Waitomo and he made the most beautiful painting. I don’t know how he does it. It baffles me every time.

He was a painter by hobby before he lost his sight. A genetic deformity had made him blind.

It was a little rough for our marriage for a year or two. Will was in denial. He used to get angry and cry. But eventually things settled down.

After exploring Rangitoto island yesterday, today we decided to visit the Auckland Sky Tower. Its the highest point in Auckland and we basically walked on a rim with no railings. We were harnessed and secured really well so there wasn’t any actual danger. I asked Will if he was sure he wanted to go and he said “hell yeah.”

We were given orange jump suits and straps. I held Will’s hand the entire time and described the breath-taking views to him.

I stood on the ledge and looked down.

Sometimes I think life has treated my marriage unfairly. Sometimes I wish Will could see. I wish he could see his newly born grandchild and look him in the eyes. I wish we could watch a movie together without people judging us. I wish he could read to me at night until I fall asleep.

The guide prodded me to go ahead and I woke up from my reverie. The other tourists were terrified of the fact that there were no railings on the edges. One of them was even crying. One brave soul did a little stunt where she leaned back on the edge of the rim, the back of her feet giving here support and the harness preventing her from toppling down fifty floors.

We got done with this activity and I bought a keychain to commemorate the evening. We also got a picture of us:

 

As soon as we got back to the hotel, Will began painting.

Looking at him paint I remember what a wonderful person he is and how greatly he has contributed to my life. So what if he cannot see through his eyes? Sometimes, I think he can see things better than any of us actually can.

I love him and that’s what matters.

I go near him and kiss him on the cheek. He looks at me and grins.

I leave him to complete his painting and turn in the night, counting my blessings before I do.

Source of keychain: Auckland Sky Tower

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