Tag: doitfortheprocess

A letter to my wife

Remember playing cards in your

Apartment, going on long walks together

At night, remember me sleeping all day,

And me blowing up like a balloon,

When I ate tuna casserole? Remember

Me being admitted for suicidal thoughts?

Remember the med changes, the visiting

Hours at the hospital, being mad at me,

Not believing that I would do it, and

Maybe you were right. Remember the

Tears, the arguments, the

Disappointments and heartbreak?

Remember the good times, with family

And friends? Remember the parents in

The hospital, your surgeries, my

Procedures, shock treatment and vocal

Cords? Remember the trips to Shands,

The Sunday school mornings and church

Services, music and children and

Candles and sermons? We’ve been

Through a lot in 21 years. And I wouldn’t

Change a thing, if I could! Love, Bonch

Ho ho ho.

Christ mass time is here oh ho ho ho!

Jingle bells are ringing in my ear.

Can you feel my enthusiasm?

Really, I’m happy about it, but

It is stressful with all the expectations

Of joy and merriment.

Carol all your bells and all that, but

Don’t expect me to join in.

Yeah, I know, it’s the season

Of peace and love, giving and getting,

Snow and fireplaces and hot chocolate.

I can’t wait to celebrate and I’m glad

My shopping is all done.

Now, bring on the cookies and candy!

Jingle Bells

Do you feel

The coming tide

Pulling us out

Away from shore?

Do you feel the raindrops

Pelting my head and shoulders?

The candy canes

Are hanging on the

Christmas tree.

The egg nog

Is in the fridge.

The presents are wrapped,

The house is decorated,

And I’m taking less Prozac

So I don’t get manic

Next week.

Soon to come,

Visits with friends

And family.

Parties and church,

Luncheons and dinners.

Cookies and milk,

Next to the fireplace.

I’m saving up

To buy gas.

Looking forward

To celebrating.

Jingle bells!