A look ahead

As I look in I see a wife defeated, by pain and suffering.
A husband stands a hollow form of what he once was,
too young to waste away to old to be young.
In his eyes I see the him he believes he is.
My father, the wisest, strongest man I know.
Now weak and crippled.
How I had hopes of him walking me down the aisle.
Now I sit at moms side. She is a shell of who she was with him.