18th December
2007
I didn’t hear him come up behind me -
“What are you doing, Hon?”
“Praying.”
“For what?”
“Praying that you will have the best Christmas you have ever had.”
“I’d just like to be normal again.”
“You will be, Hon.”
For the 4th time in 42 years, I saw him collapse in tears. I knelt by his chair and rocked him. We held each other – heaving and sobbing.
He comforted me. “It’s Ok, Hon, it’s Ok.”
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Oh, Jean. That breaks my heart for you and him. I’m crying along with you.
I am so sorry. I know this breaks both of your hearts. Shared tears are sweeter than those we shed alone. And I cry as I imagine your evening, and your love. Hugs, annie
Priceless………
How very sad, Jean. I don’t know which is worse – knowing you have the illness – or being unaware. I think being unaware is kinder for him, but harder for you, maybe.
I can’t imagine anything like that happening. You are always in my prayers. I’m crying with you, too! Much love to you tonight.
Angie xoxo
Oh, Jean. Heartbreaking.
Hugs,
Mary