Have you ever been driving down the road and suddenly, with horror, realized that you could not remember the last mile or two that you had driven?
Well, for me, that was the 24 day journey that started on Jan. 22, 2008....my Dearest Bill’s birthday.
Had it not been for his quick thinking and cool head, I am positive that I would not be here or if so, not with the mind or the good physical state that I have. Between Bill, brother Jim, and Dr. Steven Clark, they did exactly and all that could/should be done. For this, I truly owe them my life and my total gratitude.
I know Bill has told me many a time the events of that night and the following days. Bless his heart, I am sure he wished that soon it would sink in, I would remember, and finally quit asking. Well....we are almost there!
I do recall him reading to me the well wishes, thoughts and prayers that so many of you on this forum sent. Thank you. But more importantly, thank you for keeping his mind on something other than a dreary hospital room and a wife that couldn’t do anything for herself. I mean really....WHO WAS GOING TO DO ALL THAT YARD WORK? LAUNDRY? COOKING? GROCERY SHOPPING? PAINTING? CAT KEEPING? Can’t you just imagine the pain he was going through? Seriously, none of you have any idea what that Dear man did for me. Now he is doing all of my chores, too. I can never repay his kindness and patience.
For all of you that have met me, except for late Aunt Bessie’s wood cane (I’m guessing it’s about 55 years old...including the duct tape like tape on the end along with some of Roscoe and Twyla’s hair stuck to it) and the “New York haircutâ€