Monday, March 21, 2022

Well endowed.

 Thank you Sweetie.

Now starts the business of living a new life. One that came upon me, with my full knowledge, and yet wanting and not wanting it. 

These last years of taking care of Sweetie have taught me a lot. I've learned that I can show compassion, show love, and at the sometime find the strength to carry on. 

Sweetie was, and is, my life line. She is at a place where she is waiting for me. I know this, for I have all the confidence of her faith, in her knowledge of who she put her trust in. 

She was the vessel, and I was the ox pulling the wagon. I gave her all my love, all my attention, all my caring, so that she could enjoy these last days with me. She is and always will be the love of my life. 

Sunday

As we near Easter, the Lutheran Church is into lent, and the rituals of the days before. It has been a long time since I've been in a church that celebrates high holy days, and as  I get accustom to their worship, I find peace. 

The weather is windy and cool, so there isn't much for me to do. No golf, and just staying in. 

When I get home, grandson has ordered lunch from Wendy's so we need not go out. 

In the evening, I head for my Sunday evening meeting. Glad to do something. 

After the meeting, I'm met with hugs and handshakes. Then there is this one lady, this beautiful lady, this well endowed lady, and she gives me a wonderful hug. 

"Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but, I promised myself that I'd find a barber well endowed barber and have her rub herself on me." 

Her eyes went bright, smiled and laughed. 

"You're not a barber." and she laughed some more. 

"Art, I love you." was her response. She knew what I meant, and took it that way. 

"Just what is it?" Driver inquired. 

"It is the living." I said. The living of life that at my age is starting anew. I've been wondering what it would be like. Now, I'm going to find out. As long as I keep breathing in and out, and Keeping My Shiny Side Up, all will be fine. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God bless.   

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