The Sweetest Things?

Once, i asked my dad if he loves mum. He couldn't answer me.
He didn't seem to know how to answer the question.
Perhaps, they've spent so much time together that he doesn't quite know how they feel anymore.
Friends? Lovers? Kins? All of these and more?
But one poignant moment stuck me that day.
Uncle was hospitalised for weeks and so my parents had to go to stay with my grandma and take care of her.
So their schedule went like this:
Mum: Mon to Thurs
Dad: Fri to Sun
This went on for 3 to 4 weeks. Day in, day out, i saw my mum but not my dad. When i saw my dad, we would be having our dinners without mum.
One fine day, my mum said: "Last time, in the morning, I'll make coffee and the two of us would drink coffee together. Now, it's just one person drinking."
I felt touched. For them, after 36 years together, maybe this is their kind of love -- not so much of passion, but love (if it is) just reveals itself in those little everyday moments.
And now that they're inching towards 70, the reality of death drawing nearer by the day becomes more and more real. It is good that they could joke about it. And I'll tell them that they should go together. To live without the other will be such misery. My dad would joke, "I'll be more selfish. I want to go first. If you go first, I'll go find somebody else. Hahahahaha."