We leave tonight, overnight flight to Paris until the 29th, then the train through the Chunnel to London for a week.
It has been a roller coaster week, with my H's mental health at its lowest on Tuesday morning.....A lot of bad stuff went down....family rally here...now our youngest son (29) knows what we have been dealing with for almost 4 1/2 years....no longer a burden for our oldest son to bear alone.
We are trying so hard to get through this....
So, H and I would appreciate happy thoughts and positive mojo for us.
I'll try to post some pics.
I love my family.
I love my husband.
....and he's taking me to Paris
.
I'd like to share the poem (again) that he wrote to me, just after DDay in April 2009:
To My Darling fWW
We are two trees
Whose branches reach out
And embrace each other,
And whose roots are
Deeply intertwined from
So many years together.
To cut down one tree
Would destroy the other.
Holding On Tighter
and
With Love Always,
BH
This is a poem H wrote for my 60th birthday:
Changes
I find myself now in the 'autumn' of my years.
Never would have guessed
it would be filled with so many tears.
The seasons of my life
Have passed so quickly by
My memories have blown away
Like leaves blown through the sky.
The ones I loved and counted on
Had changed their colours too
The garden that I lived in..
Was changed from green to blue.
My autumn's here, my days grow short.
Winter's not far away..
The life that I have left to live
Might be but just a day.
So as I watch the leaves turn red..
To orange and yellow too..
I ponder my life's journey
In my Autumn spent with you.
And when my winter's end arrives
And death's cold grip takes hold
I'll think of you and me and us
Our love story story has been told.
[This message edited by looking forward at 10:41 AM, September 21st (Saturday)]
