I didn’t realize how much I would miss my wife until she was gone. The saying about “absence makes the heart grow fonder” is apparently true. The mind is a funny thing. Looking back…I tend to remember all the good times and suppress any unpleasant memories. As I recall the best times, it makes my heart long for her return even more. Maybe it’s just self-interest on my part, but I can’t get her out my head…I keep thinking of all the wonder and intimate time we’ve had together. I miss the comfort of knowing she is in the next room. I miss her not being in the same house. I miss her touch.
I support my wife and her choice to care for her aging mother because I love them both. It’s a small sacrifice I make…sharing her…for a much more noble cause than my selfishness.
As time goes on I become fonder
Of her because she is over yonder
It is no stretch why I wonder
Why my heart does not wander.
Thank you, Jesus, for such a wife
Not to mention my undeserved life
Please forgive the occasional strife
But, the missing her cuts like a knife.
Amen
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