Thursday, November 01, 2007

End of Days

 I have been suffering for Jesus.  Well, maybe just suffering.  You see, it's been two long long weeks since Peggy went to see her dad. 
 
I have survived.  Barely.  We have talked almost every day.  I have been appreciative of her capacity for mercy, but I need some mercy. 
 
She is, as I write this, on the way home. Life will return to some kind of normal. When you have been married 42 years so much of who I am is wrapped up in her and vice versa.  She is the pleasant alter ego to cranky and sometimes mean Gene.  We not only finish one another's sentences, I can start to ask a question and she answers it.  Sometimes I have no idea how she knows what I'm about to ask.  And, I lose things.  She finds them.  She's a good finder.  We sometimes kid that we only have one brain between us, each of us has half.  So when she's gone I'm walking round with half a brain, "If I had half a brain I'd....."
 
It is the end of days alone. 

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

But, soft! what headlights through yonder willows breaks?
It is the east, and Peggy is the sun.


Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!


Love is love and that’s all I gots to say about it.

Anonymous said...

I know your nose must be pressed against the window waiting for Peggy's arrival about now!!

Welcome home dearest Peggy! You are surely loved and were deeply missed by your husband..all your friends too!

Anonymous said...

My wife is left-handed, so everything she does is with her right mind. Me? I'm right-handed and left-brained.
Another quote: "Wife, spouse, my dear, joy, jewel, love, sweetheart and the rest of that nauseous cant, in which men and their wives are so fulsomely familiar" (Wm. Congreve,1670-1729)