August and Everything After.....

I have been corresponding lately with a guy that I met through commenting on his blog. Of all The Blogs out there what are the chances that I would stumble upon some one that I have so much in common with. The sad thing is that the things we have in common, at least the main thing is that our wives are in really poor health. I seems as if my entire life is devoted to taking care of her problems while at the same time ignoring my own health. With all the things I have to deal with it is occurring to me that my problems are minuscule in comparison to those of my new friend's. There are nights when I cannot fall asleep because I am anticipating My wife's next complaint. But then I realize that at least she is here and not in the hospital. The last time she was in the hospital I feared she may not return home, she had a severe case of Pneumonia. This is particularly dangerous for someone with her condition. Her aunt had a severe case and ended up in a nursing home where she languished for several years before finally passing away last month. My new Friends wife seems to be in the hospital more often than she is home. I can imagine what that must be like and how you can probably become numb to it.

But I'm not going to break
And I'm not going to worry about it anymore
I'm not going to bend, and i'm not going to break and
I'm not going to worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say, "As long as this is Love..."
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should
snap her up in a butterfly net
pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
because I don't get no sleep in a quite room and....

This time when kindness falls like rain
it washes me away and
Anna begins to change
my mind
And every time she
sneezes I believe it's
Love and
Oh Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

She's talking in her sleep It's keeping me awake
and Anna begins to toss and turn
and every word is nonsense but I understand and
Oh Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing.

"Anna Begins" .....Words by Adam Duritz.

To my new Friend. Hang In there.