I've been sick for a few day now, with an intestinal virus. Let me tell you, that's some rough stuff. I'm almost over it, well enough to write my blog anyway.
Willard always goes to bed earlier than I. And most time's he's already well into his night's sleep, when I get to bed. Last night, as I laid in bed, I noticed just how much room was between Willard and I. A funny but sad thought hit me. The funny thought was'' gee there's plenty of room in the middle for someone else''. The sad thought was, '' when we first married, you would not have been able to put a dime between us''. Don't get me wrong, our marriage is wonderful, and we love each other very much. I know a lot of older people that not only sleep well apart, but sleep in separate beds. And they are happy in their marriage. And love each other deeply. I guess as you get older, sleep is sleep, and embracing is embracing, and the two are not Twain.

I wish that I could explain just how wonderful Willard has been to me, during my treatments, and all the other illnesses that I've been through. It seems like the last six or seven years, it's been one thing right after another. My first cancer, and all the treatments. then many episodes in the emergency room with my intestines, with finally a bowel resection. Once that was corrected, cancer again, with treatments, back and forth to Chapel Hill again. Every time I have ever needed Willard, he has been there, no matter what it was. He's a good man, and a good Christian. I love him so very much. So you see, all that space in the middle of the bed means nothing, because it's full of love too.
Until next time God bless, God save, and have a wonderful day.