Happy Birthday, oh ye partner of 32 years! I honestly must admit that I never thought you would live this long. Remember our first "date?" It was in an ER and I stole the red tape label "Cardiology" from a drawer in the room I was nervously waiting. I was not comfortable in hospitals, but after that night I had a feeling I had better get used to them.
Maybe it wasn't romantic, exactly, but we were falling so deeply in love that a dark well would have looked bright to us. I will also admit that I prayed right there, again, not my usual occupation. "God, if I take this on and all that comes with it, then will you promise to never take her from me too soon? Give me a sign. Send her out okay."
She came out okay and the rest is history. I never knew anything about chronic illness. Funerals were my forte, but those people were not ill for years. I had much to learn, but a deal is a deal. And there's all that gushy stuff---I loved her and she loved me, we really were made for each other if such a making is possible. We both had big dreams, a love of films, acting, writing, arts, revolution, big dogs---what more is there?
Then you, my love, would be stuck with a chronically ill person--POOF! No warning, completely out of the blue--multiple sclerosis. All I'd promised you went POOF too. Talk about a switcheroo---I know you are not the praying type either, but any port in a storm, right?
And so here you are--55! Wow, you have lived with progressive, chronic illnesses all your life and with great grace and dignity. Your spirit is always high and ready to burst out. Thank God I found you. Thank the universe, Goddess, Dial Soap, whatever, whoever---I am just so thankful you are here, next to me, celebrating 55 very difficult years. You amaze me. You inspire me. You deserve all the years you can get. Happy Birthday, Karenlee.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Chonric Illness of Lovers and Happy Birthday
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Happy Birthday, oh ye partner of 32 years! I honestly must admit that I never thought you would live this long. Remember our first "date?" It was in an ER and I stole the red tape label "Cardiology" from a drawer in the room I was nervously waiting. I was not comfortable in hospitals, but after that night I had a feeling I had better get used to them.
Maybe it wasn't romantic, exactly, but we were falling so deeply in love that a dark well would have looked bright to us. I will also admit that I prayed right there, again, not my usual occupation. "God, if I take this on and all that comes with it, then will you promise to never take her from me too soon? Give me a sign. Send her out okay."
She came out okay and the rest is history. I never knew anything about chronic illness. Funerals were my forte, but those people were not ill for years. I had much to learn, but a deal is a deal. And there's all that gushy stuff---I loved her and she loved me, we really were made for each other if such a making is possible. We both had big dreams, a love of films, acting, writing, arts, revolution, big dogs---what more is there?
Then you, my love, would be stuck with a chronically ill person--POOF! No warning, completely out of the blue--multiple sclerosis. All I'd promised you went POOF too. Talk about a switcheroo---I know you are not the praying type either, but any port in a storm, right?
And so here you are--55! Wow, you have lived with progressive, chronic illnesses all your life and with great grace and dignity. Your spirit is always high and ready to burst out. Thank God I found you. Thank the universe, Goddess, Dial Soap, whatever, whoever---I am just so thankful you are here, next to me, celebrating 55 very difficult years. You amaze me. You inspire me. You deserve all the years you can get. Happy Birthday, Karenlee.
Happy Birthday, oh ye partner of 32 years! I honestly must admit that I never thought you would live this long. Remember our first "date?" It was in an ER and I stole the red tape label "Cardiology" from a drawer in the room I was nervously waiting. I was not comfortable in hospitals, but after that night I had a feeling I had better get used to them.
Maybe it wasn't romantic, exactly, but we were falling so deeply in love that a dark well would have looked bright to us. I will also admit that I prayed right there, again, not my usual occupation. "God, if I take this on and all that comes with it, then will you promise to never take her from me too soon? Give me a sign. Send her out okay."
She came out okay and the rest is history. I never knew anything about chronic illness. Funerals were my forte, but those people were not ill for years. I had much to learn, but a deal is a deal. And there's all that gushy stuff---I loved her and she loved me, we really were made for each other if such a making is possible. We both had big dreams, a love of films, acting, writing, arts, revolution, big dogs---what more is there?
Then you, my love, would be stuck with a chronically ill person--POOF! No warning, completely out of the blue--multiple sclerosis. All I'd promised you went POOF too. Talk about a switcheroo---I know you are not the praying type either, but any port in a storm, right?
And so here you are--55! Wow, you have lived with progressive, chronic illnesses all your life and with great grace and dignity. Your spirit is always high and ready to burst out. Thank God I found you. Thank the universe, Goddess, Dial Soap, whatever, whoever---I am just so thankful you are here, next to me, celebrating 55 very difficult years. You amaze me. You inspire me. You deserve all the years you can get. Happy Birthday, Karenlee.
Happy Birthday, oh ye partner of 32 years! I honestly must admit that I never thought you would live this long. Remember our first "date?" It was in an ER and I stole the red tape label "Cardiology" from a drawer in the room I was nervously waiting. I was not comfortable in hospitals, but after that night I had a feeling I had better get used to them.
Maybe it wasn't romantic, exactly, but we were falling so deeply in love that a dark well would have looked bright to us. I will also admit that I prayed right there, again, not my usual occupation. "God, if I take this on and all that comes with it, then will you promise to never take her from me too soon? Give me a sign. Send her out okay."
She came out okay and the rest is history. I never knew anything about chronic illness. Funerals were my forte, but those people were not ill for years. I had much to learn, but a deal is a deal. And there's all that gushy stuff---I loved her and she loved me, we really were made for each other if such a making is possible. We both had big dreams, a love of films, acting, writing, arts, revolution, big dogs---what more is there?
Then you, my love, would be stuck with a chronically ill person--POOF! No warning, completely out of the blue--multiple sclerosis. All I'd promised you went POOF too. Talk about a switcheroo---I know you are not the praying type either, but any port in a storm, right?
And so here you are--55! Wow, you have lived with progressive, chronic illnesses all your life and with great grace and dignity. Your spirit is always high and ready to burst out. Thank God I found you. Thank the universe, Goddess, Dial Soap, whatever, whoever---I am just so thankful you are here, next to me, celebrating 55 very difficult years. You amaze me. You inspire me. You deserve all the years you can get. Happy Birthday, Karenlee.
Happy Birthday, oh ye partner of 32 years! I honestly must admit that I never thought you would live this long. Remember our first "date?" It was in an ER and I stole the red tape label "Cardiology" from a drawer in the room I was nervously waiting. I was not comfortable in hospitals, but after that night I had a feeling I had better get used to them.
Maybe it wasn't romantic, exactly, but we were falling so deeply in love that a dark well would have looked bright to us. I will also admit that I prayed right there, again, not my usual occupation. "God, if I take this on and all that comes with it, then will you promise to never take her from me too soon? Give me a sign. Send her out okay."
She came out okay and the rest is history. I never knew anything about chronic illness. Funerals were my forte, but those people were not ill for years. I had much to learn, but a deal is a deal. And there's all that gushy stuff---I loved her and she loved me, we really were made for each other if such a making is possible. We both had big dreams, a love of films, acting, writing, arts, revolution, big dogs---what more is there?
Then you, my love, would be stuck with a chronically ill person--POOF! No warning, completely out of the blue--multiple sclerosis. All I'd promised you went POOF too. Talk about a switcheroo---I know you are not the praying type either, but any port in a storm, right?
And so here you are--55! Wow, you have lived with progressive, chronic illnesses all your life and with great grace and dignity. Your spirit is always high and ready to burst out. Thank God I found you. Thank the universe, Goddess, Dial Soap, whatever, whoever---I am just so thankful you are here, next to me, celebrating 55 very difficult years. You amaze me. You inspire me. You deserve all the years you can get. Happy Birthday, Karenlee.
Happy Birthday, oh ye partner of 32 years! I honestly must admit that I never thought you would live this long. Remember our first "date?" It was in an ER and I stole the red tape label "Cardiology" from a drawer in the room I was nervously waiting. I was not comfortable in hospitals, but after that night I had a feeling I had better get used to them.
Maybe it wasn't romantic, exactly, but we were falling so deeply in love that a dark well would have looked bright to us. I will also admit that I prayed right there, again, not my usual occupation. "God, if I take this on and all that comes with it, then will you promise to never take her from me too soon? Give me a sign. Send her out okay."
She came out okay and the rest is history. I never knew anything about chronic illness. Funerals were my forte, but those people were not ill for years. I had much to learn, but a deal is a deal. And there's all that gushy stuff---I loved her and she loved me, we really were made for each other if such a making is possible. We both had big dreams, a love of films, acting, writing, arts, revolution, big dogs---what more is there?
Then you, my love, would be stuck with a chronically ill person--POOF! No warning, completely out of the blue--multiple sclerosis. All I'd promised you went POOF too. Talk about a switcheroo---I know you are not the praying type either, but any port in a storm, right?
And so here you are--55! Wow, you have lived with progressive, chronic illnesses all your life and with great grace and dignity. Your spirit is always high and ready to burst out. Thank God I found you. Thank the universe, Goddess, Dial Soap, whatever, whoever---I am just so thankful you are here, next to me, celebrating 55 very difficult years. You amaze me. You inspire me. You deserve all the years you can get. Happy Birthday, Karenlee.
Happy Birthday, oh ye partner of 32 years! I honestly must admit that I never thought you would live this long. Remember our first "date?" It was in an ER and I stole the red tape label "Cardiology" from a drawer in the room I was nervously waiting. I was not comfortable in hospitals, but after that night I had a feeling I had better get used to them.
Maybe it wasn't romantic, exactly, but we were falling so deeply in love that a dark well would have looked bright to us. I will also admit that I prayed right there, again, not my usual occupation. "God, if I take this on and all that comes with it, then will you promise to never take her from me too soon? Give me a sign. Send her out okay."
She came out okay and the rest is history. I never knew anything about chronic illness. Funerals were my forte, but those people were not ill for years. I had much to learn, but a deal is a deal. And there's all that gushy stuff---I loved her and she loved me, we really were made for each other if such a making is possible. We both had big dreams, a love of films, acting, writing, arts, revolution, big dogs---what more is there?
Then you, my love, would be stuck with a chronically ill person--POOF! No warning, completely out of the blue--multiple sclerosis. All I'd promised you went POOF too. Talk about a switcheroo---I know you are not the praying type either, but any port in a storm, right?
And so here you are--55! Wow, you have lived with progressive, chronic illnesses all your life and with great grace and dignity. Your spirit is always high and ready to burst out. Thank God I found you. Thank the universe, Goddess, Dial Soap, whatever, whoever---I am just so thankful you are here, next to me, celebrating 55 very difficult years. You amaze me. You inspire me. You deserve all the years you can get. Happy Birthday, Karenlee.
Happy Birthday, oh ye partner of 32 years! I honestly must admit that I never thought you would live this long. Remember our first "date?" It was in an ER and I stole the red tape label "Cardiology" from a drawer in the room I was nervously waiting. I was not comfortable in hospitals, but after that night I had a feeling I had better get used to them.
Maybe it wasn't romantic, exactly, but we were falling so deeply in love that a dark well would have looked bright to us. I will also admit that I prayed right there, again, not my usual occupation. "God, if I take this on and all that comes with it, then will you promise to never take her from me too soon? Give me a sign. Send her out okay."
She came out okay and the rest is history. I never knew anything about chronic illness. Funerals were my forte, but those people were not ill for years. I had much to learn, but a deal is a deal. And there's all that gushy stuff---I loved her and she loved me, we really were made for each other if such a making is possible. We both had big dreams, a love of films, acting, writing, arts, revolution, big dogs---what more is there?
Then you, my love, would be stuck with a chronically ill person--POOF! No warning, completely out of the blue--multiple sclerosis. All I'd promised you went POOF too. Talk about a switcheroo---I know you are not the praying type either, but any port in a storm, right?
And so here you are--55! Wow, you have lived with progressive, chronic illnesses all your life and with great grace and dignity. Your spirit is always high and ready to burst out. Thank God I found you. Thank the universe, Goddess, Dial Soap, whatever, whoever---I am just so thankful you are here, next to me, celebrating 55 very difficult years. You amaze me. You inspire me. You deserve all the years you can get. Happy Birthday, Karenlee.
Happy Birthday, oh ye partner of 32 years! I honestly must admit that I never thought you would live this long. Remember our first "date?" It was in an ER and I stole the red tape label "Cardiology" from a drawer in the room I was nervously waiting. I was not comfortable in hospitals, but after that night I had a feeling I had better get used to them.
Maybe it wasn't romantic, exactly, but we were falling so deeply in love that a dark well would have looked bright to us. I will also admit that I prayed right there, again, not my usual occupation. "God, if I take this on and all that comes with it, then will you promise to never take her from me too soon? Give me a sign. Send her out okay."
She came out okay and the rest is history. I never knew anything about chronic illness. Funerals were my forte, but those people were not ill for years. I had much to learn, but a deal is a deal. And there's all that gushy stuff---I loved her and she loved me, we really were made for each other if such a making is possible. We both had big dreams, a love of films, acting, writing, arts, revolution, big dogs---what more is there?
Then you, my love, would be stuck with a chronically ill person--POOF! No warning, completely out of the blue--multiple sclerosis. All I'd promised you went POOF too. Talk about a switcheroo---I know you are not the praying type either, but any port in a storm, right?
And so here you are--55! Wow, you have lived with progressive, chronic illnesses all your life and with great grace and dignity. Your spirit is always high and ready to burst out. Thank God I found you. Thank the universe, Goddess, Dial Soap, whatever, whoever---I am just so thankful you are here, next to me, celebrating 55 very difficult years. You amaze me. You inspire me. You deserve all the years you can get. Happy Birthday, Karenlee.
Happy Birthday, oh ye partner of 32 years! I honestly must admit that I never thought you would live this long. Remember our first "date?" It was in an ER and I stole the red tape label "Cardiology" from a drawer in the room I was nervously waiting. I was not comfortable in hospitals, but after that night I had a feeling I had better get used to them.
Maybe it wasn't romantic, exactly, but we were falling so deeply in love that a dark well would have looked bright to us. I will also admit that I prayed right there, again, not my usual occupation. "God, if I take this on and all that comes with it, then will you promise to never take her from me too soon? Give me a sign. Send her out okay."
She came out okay and the rest is history. I never knew anything about chronic illness. Funerals were my forte, but those people were not ill for years. I had much to learn, but a deal is a deal. And there's all that gushy stuff---I loved her and she loved me, we really were made for each other if such a making is possible. We both had big dreams, a love of films, acting, writing, arts, revolution, big dogs---what more is there?
Then you, my love, would be stuck with a chronically ill person--POOF! No warning, completely out of the blue--multiple sclerosis. All I'd promised you went POOF too. Talk about a switcheroo---I know you are not the praying type either, but any port in a storm, right?
And so here you are--55! Wow, you have lived with progressive, chronic illnesses all your life and with great grace and dignity. Your spirit is always high and ready to burst out. Thank God I found you. Thank the universe, Goddess, Dial Soap, whatever, whoever---I am just so thankful you are here, next to me, celebrating 55 very difficult years. You amaze me. You inspire me. You deserve all the years you can get. Happy Birthday, Karenlee.
Happy Birthday, oh ye partner of 32 years! I honestly must admit that I never thought you would live this long. Remember our first "date?" It was in an ER and I stole the red tape label "Cardiology" from a drawer in the room I was nervously waiting. I was not comfortable in hospitals, but after that night I had a feeling I had better get used to them.
Maybe it wasn't romantic, exactly, but we were falling so deeply in love that a dark well would have looked bright to us. I will also admit that I prayed right there, again, not my usual occupation. "God, if I take this on and all that comes with it, then will you promise to never take her from me too soon? Give me a sign. Send her out okay."
She came out okay and the rest is history. I never knew anything about chronic illness. Funerals were my forte, but those people were not ill for years. I had much to learn, but a deal is a deal. And there's all that gushy stuff---I loved her and she loved me, we really were made for each other if such a making is possible. We both had big dreams, a love of films, acting, writing, arts, revolution, big dogs---what more is there?
Then you, my love, would be stuck with a chronically ill person--POOF! No warning, completely out of the blue--multiple sclerosis. All I'd promised you went POOF too. Talk about a switcheroo---I know you are not the praying type either, but any port in a storm, right?
And so here you are--55! Wow, you have lived with progressive, chronic illnesses all your life and with great grace and dignity. Your spirit is always high and ready to burst out. Thank God I found you. Thank the universe, Goddess, Dial Soap, whatever, whoever---I am just so thankful you are here, next to me, celebrating 55 very difficult years. You amaze me. You inspire me. You deserve all the years you can get. Happy Birthday, Karenlee.
Happy Birthday, oh ye partner of 32 years! I honestly must admit that I never thought you would live this long. Remember our first "date?" It was in an ER and I stole the red tape label "Cardiology" from a drawer in the room I was nervously waiting. I was not comfortable in hospitals, but after that night I had a feeling I had better get used to them.
Maybe it wasn't romantic, exactly, but we were falling so deeply in love that a dark well would have looked bright to us. I will also admit that I prayed right there, again, not my usual occupation. "God, if I take this on and all that comes with it, then will you promise to never take her from me too soon? Give me a sign. Send her out okay."
She came out okay and the rest is history. I never knew anything about chronic illness. Funerals were my forte, but those people were not ill for years. I had much to learn, but a deal is a deal. And there's all that gushy stuff---I loved her and she loved me, we really were made for each other if such a making is possible. We both had big dreams, a love of films, acting, writing, arts, revolution, big dogs---what more is there?
Then you, my love, would be stuck with a chronically ill person--POOF! No warning, completely out of the blue--multiple sclerosis. All I'd promised you went POOF too. Talk about a switcheroo---I know you are not the praying type either, but any port in a storm, right?
And so here you are--55! Wow, you have lived with progressive, chronic illnesses all your life and with great grace and dignity. Your spirit is always high and ready to burst out. Thank God I found you. Thank the universe, Goddess, Dial Soap, whatever, whoever---I am just so thankful you are here, next to me, celebrating 55 very difficult years. You amaze me. You inspire me. You deserve all the years you can get. Happy Birthday, Karenlee.
Happy Birthday, oh ye partner of 32 years! I honestly must admit that I never thought you would live this long. Remember our first "date?" It was in an ER and I stole the red tape label "Cardiology" from a drawer in the room I was nervously waiting. I was not comfortable in hospitals, but after that night I had a feeling I had better get used to them.
Maybe it wasn't romantic, exactly, but we were falling so deeply in love that a dark well would have looked bright to us. I will also admit that I prayed right there, again, not my usual occupation. "God, if I take this on and all that comes with it, then will you promise to never take her from me too soon? Give me a sign. Send her out okay."
She came out okay and the rest is history. I never knew anything about chronic illness. Funerals were my forte, but those people were not ill for years. I had much to learn, but a deal is a deal. And there's all that gushy stuff---I loved her and she loved me, we really were made for each other if such a making is possible. We both had big dreams, a love of films, acting, writing, arts, revolution, big dogs---what more is there?
Then you, my love, would be stuck with a chronically ill person--POOF! No warning, completely out of the blue--multiple sclerosis. All I'd promised you went POOF too. Talk about a switcheroo---I know you are not the praying type either, but any port in a storm, right?
And so here you are--55! Wow, you have lived with progressive, chronic illnesses all your life and with great grace and dignity. Your spirit is always high and ready to burst out. Thank God I found you. Thank the universe, Goddess, Dial Soap, whatever, whoever---I am just so thankful you are here, next to me, celebrating 55 very difficult years. You amaze me. You inspire me. You deserve all the years you can get. Happy Birthday, Karenlee.
Happy Birthday, oh ye partner of 32 years! I honestly must admit that I never thought you would live this long. Remember our first "date?" It was in an ER and I stole the red tape label "Cardiology" from a drawer in the room I was nervously waiting. I was not comfortable in hospitals, but after that night I had a feeling I had better get used to them.
Maybe it wasn't romantic, exactly, but we were falling so deeply in love that a dark well would have looked bright to us. I will also admit that I prayed right there, again, not my usual occupation. "God, if I take this on and all that comes with it, then will you promise to never take her from me too soon? Give me a sign. Send her out okay."
She came out okay and the rest is history. I never knew anything about chronic illness. Funerals were my forte, but those people were not ill for years. I had much to learn, but a deal is a deal. And there's all that gushy stuff---I loved her and she loved me, we really were made for each other if such a making is possible. We both had big dreams, a love of films, acting, writing, arts, revolution, big dogs---what more is there?
Then you, my love, would be stuck with a chronically ill person--POOF! No warning, completely out of the blue--multiple sclerosis. All I'd promised you went POOF too. Talk about a switcheroo---I know you are not the praying type either, but any port in a storm, right?
And so here you are--55! Wow, you have lived with progressive, chronic illnesses all your life and with great grace and dignity. Your spirit is always high and ready to burst out. Thank God I found you. Thank the universe, Goddess, Dial Soap, whatever, whoever---I am just so thankful you are here, next to me, celebrating 55 very difficult years. You amaze me. You inspire me. You deserve all the years you can get. Happy Birthday, Karenlee.
Happy Birthday, oh ye partner of 32 years! I honestly must admit that I never thought you would live this long. Remember our first "date?" It was in an ER and I stole the red tape label "Cardiology" from a drawer in the room I was nervously waiting. I was not comfortable in hospitals, but after that night I had a feeling I had better get used to them.
Maybe it wasn't romantic, exactly, but we were falling so deeply in love that a dark well would have looked bright to us. I will also admit that I prayed right there, again, not my usual occupation. "God, if I take this on and all that comes with it, then will you promise to never take her from me too soon? Give me a sign. Send her out okay."
She came out okay and the rest is history. I never knew anything about chronic illness. Funerals were my forte, but those people were not ill for years. I had much to learn, but a deal is a deal. And there's all that gushy stuff---I loved her and she loved me, we really were made for each other if such a making is possible. We both had big dreams, a love of films, acting, writing, arts, revolution, big dogs---what more is there?
Then you, my love, would be stuck with a chronically ill person--POOF! No warning, completely out of the blue--multiple sclerosis. All I'd promised you went POOF too. Talk about a switcheroo---I know you are not the praying type either, but any port in a storm, right?
And so here you are--55! Wow, you have lived with progressive, chronic illnesses all your life and with great grace and dignity. Your spirit is always high and ready to burst out. Thank God I found you. Thank the universe, Goddess, Dial Soap, whatever, whoever---I am just so thankful you are here, next to me, celebrating 55 very difficult years. You amaze me. You inspire me. You deserve all the years you can get. Happy Birthday, Karenlee.
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