She Maketh My Spirit To Shine

Margaret and I married twenty-seven years ago today.  I remain at a loss now to explain or to understand this marriage from my wife's perspective.  I am not being self-effacing when I say she could have done much better. I am thankful every day that she settled.  I know not what I did to deserve her. Truthfully, I know in my soul that I do not.  It is knowledge that fuels my day-to-day. Every day. 

WPK, Sr. died at fifty-seven.  This year, I turned fifty-three.  The older I get, the more I think about and contemplate my own mortality.  I know that while I strive to keep myself in some semblance of good physical condition - in substantial part so that the fate that befell WPK, Sr. does not befall me - I hope that when it is time for me to dance off this mortal coil I do so before Margaret does. 

As was her mother before her, Margaret is the glue that holds our family together.  I cannot do all that she does for everyone and all the time.  Truthfully, I would not know how or where to start.  Me? I am heavily insured.  Once the tears dry, spirits will be imbued by the realization that I have provided for all of them - and quite well.  

I have lived in the grace of my wife's love for three decades.  I have lived in it for so long that I know now I have zero interest in ever living without it.  She is much braver and much stronger than I am or shall ever be.  I have little confidence in my ability to live without her.  I lack the courage to try. 

May it be that I never have to do so. 

Don't Let Us Get Sick

-Warren Zevon 

-AK