Touch, Tearful, and Terrified

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.

We have good days and we have bad days. Hope you will follow along....A TO Z!
(Please read below this post for One Word Wednesday a link-up at My Sweet Peanut)

Most of us know the power of touch.
The kindness that it shows.
A touch of the shoulder, a touch on the head
The power of love can glow.
I've always been a 'toucher'
You know the kind.
I'll hug you in a heartbeat.
Might even tap you on the behind.
I often touch my loved one.
He likes it that way.
I'll sit with him, in our matching chairs
Even when we have nothing to say.

And more and more often
I am tearful.
It could be that I am sad.
More likely I am fearful.
And sometimes I am just mad.
It's easy to cry. I let the tears flow.
As long as no one can see.
It's often in the shower; just my tears and me.

I'll admit it to you.
I am terrified.
Of what lies ahead for me.
You see we've been together for so long.
It's hard to know where I end and he begins
And to be without him will be hard.
I am terrified of what it will be like
When I awake and he is not there.
I don't like to think of what I'll do
When his need for me is through.
I'm terrifed.
But I'll go on. I have no choice here.
For there will still be kids who'll need me
Our grief we will endear.
And someday the sunshine we will again see.
It will touch us in our sadness.
And being terrified will leave.