Here is My A To Z Challenge. An adventure. My attempt at telling you my story. I care for my husband who has end-stage Parkinson's disease.
As I continue on this little trip.
I've found a saint or two.
Some know who they are
And others might guess
But there are really more than a few.
Some of the saints I have never met.
They come to read my blog.
They offer me words of encouragement.
Which pulls me out of my fog.
The saints can come in many forms.
They can be family or friends.
I am thankful for all of these saints.
And will be to the very end.
My life, at times, seems to be filled with sadness.
It seems too soon, some say.
I shouldn't feel so much sadness.
For he hasn't yet gone away.
Yes, that is right! He is still right here.
But not the man he used to be.
And I can't help that I yearn for that.
For the days that used to be.
It fills my heart with sorrow.
You have no idea.
More heartache, I try not to borrow.
But if you haven't been in this place
Where I find more darkness than light.
You haven't the right to judge me
The sadness I feel is alright.
I know the saints will hold my hand
And keep me standing up.
While sadness and sorrow overflow my cup.
And now I take this moment to thank everyone who has offered me a kind word, a hug (even the virtual ones),advice, the nod of a head, a few hours of company, a hand with lifting and caring for him. Thanks to all the saints who have crossed my path in this journey.