Why is it that as I slowly manage to take the focus of my own health, I develop an excessive concern for Doug’s?
For more than 25 years, I have pressured Doug to be more open with his emotions, to share more, to communicate better. Why is it that I am so reluctant to tell him about the turmoil that is in my head now?
Finally, I am so thankful that I am married to a guy who can be just as silly as I am. It makes for wonderfully funny flights of fancy. What a blessing he is!
Love,
gail
My Journey into Older Age 