This is personal.
One of the reasons I am fighting hard to stay alive is that I would miss my wife. I don't want to say goodbye, I don't want to miss any tomorrows.
I love her care and kindness, even when it results in frustration and anger and resentment and tears.
I love her gentle touch. I love her having to shake me back from the edge of death.
I love her strength and courage, to walk into a new career when I was unable to go on. Her optimism gives me strength, and the courage, myself, to keep trying.
I love her patience, when projects I couldn't complete bark her shins and get on her nerves. She doesn't relegate these artifacts of a past expertise to the barn. She honours them, and honours me.
I believe that when I die I will be safe in Jesus's arms.
But I want to be safe in Barbara's arms.
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