Some of the thoughts my husband shared with me that I have put together.
Do you wake up in the morning and find it hard to lift your head?
Do you scan the obituaries and feel jealous of the dead?
It’s like living on a cliffside never knowing when you’ll dive,
I feel a sort of buzzing like bees in a hive.
Do you know how it feels to see a world that once was clear?
That changes to white, gray then black; tomorrow’s filled with fear?
So I do my best to make each day as pleasant as I can
And keep myself as busy as any other man.
There’s a sensation that I’m screaming yet I never make a sound,
Or the feeling that I’m falling yet I never hit the ground.
It keeps on rushing at me, day by day, by day
Can you imagine what it’s like to have to live that way?
I know my wife is hurting but she doesn’t let it show.
Her smile covers her feelings and she continues with the flow.