Picking up the pieces


She was your caregiver for at least 20 years

 She was there for you in so many ways

She loved you.


Now she is done, she cannot be the caregiver

She is sick and needs to care give herself

The marriage is dead.


She wants and deserves a life!

You’re dragging her down

If you don’t let go, she will leave.


And where does that leave you?

A crip who courts death

Who cannot experience joy.


Who sits in front of this computer

Barely able to move

Alone, frightened, helpless.


Awaiting her return from a short get-a-way

Not expecting a welcome home greeting

But rather the continuation of the transition.


A transition from husband to friend,

From lover to observer,

From one who is intimate,

To one who is the stranger!






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