FOR BETTER . . . FOR WORSE . . .FOR…

 

Those unfortunate families without a nurse

 

Part of our marriage rite

The words didn’t connect 54 years ago

I was marrying this incredible, beautiful young woman for the “better”

We anticipated a long future of decades of great things

And we prophesied well

With rewarding careers

A wonderful family

 

But time will have its due

Good news, bad news

The longer the life, the more consequences

 

Today i returned home from a surgical procedure

One common to older men

Carole has had to learn more than she needed to about me

All while nursing her own injury (pickleball)

A right arm she couldn’t lift above her waist

 

The halt facing the lame:

Is this that “worse” part?

 

Sure, we raised a family

And enjoyed the ensuing grandchildren

Lots of work there, especially for Carole

But we were able-bodied at the time

And, well, that’s what you do in life

 

Thank goodness for our son, the nurse

He kept things from being worse

Stepping in and doing what healers do

At least those bound for sainthood

( hello, nurses)

 

So, we deal with today’s “worse”

And the expectation that tomorrow’s worse will be

 

Nursed

 

DRK

12/21/2022

 

Happy Anniversary, Carole