Past care givers lament.
I laid each night and counted your breaths, afraid to sleep, least they ceased.The days of joy, the long dark nights.
Hopes for more, a week, month or years. Dare I wish, a decade or more?
And then one morn, I sat by you in I.C.U., next to your bed, and watched those breathes slowly go. So soft, so fast, shallower and shallower til your lips trembled and you were gone.
And my heart broke.
My life, my love, my shining knight, 31 years, and now, no more.
20 years your sickness took..and gave. So close, so intimate, so loyal.
We'd never shared a life that close, except when you, me and MS, those 3, made you and me just one.
The day that came, we always knew would be one day.
Yet for all my fears and all my tears, each crisis passed and you stayed mine.
Yet, how unexpected came that final day, that day MS took your breath away.
Now I wake, alone in bed and will that darkness to give me those sweet breaths, that filled my life.
To give sweet kisses upon your face, your bright blues eyes , that loving smile.
How empty now this house, without those breaths to count.
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Behind that tough exterior is a lady who truly loved her guy....
We never stop missing them...or, loving them...
Now, you got me crying....
Your guy was so lucky to have you.
Behind that tough exterior is a lady who truly loved her guy....
We never stop missing them...or, loving them...
Now, you got me crying....
Your guy was so lucky to have you.
So sorry for your loss Orzz
be it recent or you're filled with sadness from just remembering.
Odd thing is we would never have bonded so close as in a normal marriage. It was us against the world.
I told him I married a heart and soul. The body was just the carrier. And he still was my support and rock, even as an invalid.
He had a saying, 2 hearts, 1 love....I have that on his plaque on his grave...
That is why Alzheimer's is so cruel.
I feel sorry for people who change spouses like underwear. We had the truest mates and love. Maybe it got boring sometimes. Maybe it got argumentative at times. But, united, we faced the world for all those years we were blessed to have together. Maybe someday we meet again.