Today's word is HERE.
My Dear Caregiving Spouse, I want to be here tomorrow...and for as many tomorrows as possible, after that.
But I need your help.
Hope floats, they say, and hope has to be something tangible, something real. It has to be the lifejacket that carries you through the rapids when you fall out of the river-dory, that keeps your head above the roiling water.
And that is why I do things that puzzle you, my dear...I work for a future that neither of us believe I'll live to see. I push myself to begin writing projects that will take years, and other things that tax my energy for a goal that's over the horizon.
Over life's horizon.
I know you mean well. I know that you want me to rest, and not be in more pain than I already am.
I know that you don't want to see me kneeling on the floor, puking blood.
But you don't know, I think, how deep my desire to stay really is. I have to generate the hope that comes in activity, the hope that comes with plans, the hope that comes with dreams.
I need you to understand that, Dear Heart.
I need you to be interested and involved, because I can't navigate these rapids alone. I need you, leaping from rock to rock along the shore, to shout encouragement. I need to hear your voice.
The cause may be lost already, but it is surely lost if I don't try, as hard as I can, to fight for my right to live.
For my place here, in the sun.
That was a hard one to write, so here is a treat for y'all...and it fits the keyword!
We're linked to Messy Marriage's Wedded Wednesday, a wonderful gathering place in which you can find untold riches to benefit your marriage.
And no, I'm not exaggerating. The stuff there is really good...if you are willing to use it.