Bless this house …

My blogger friend Syd posted a sweet picture a while back showing the type of love letter that he and his wife often leave for each other. It reminded me of when that would happen to me almost daily.

This was in the late 80’s and Dick’s health was worsening by the day, but that didn’t stop him from keeping a positive attitude. He had a hard time getting to sleep and sometimes actually spent the night dozing off in his lounge chair. I, on the other hand, had to be at work in the ER by 6:30 in the morning so I’d go to bed early. (We used to kid that we were like ships passing in the night)

He was almost always asleep when I left for work but few mornings passed that he didn’t leave me one of the comic drawings that you see here. They would be part of a note telling me how he’d fared medically during the night. I often wrote back to him and then he’d check in with me later in the day.

I wish I had saved more of them but he usually threw them out once he’d read what I’d written. However, this little collage featuring Dick (age approx. 40, on his beloved horse, Thunder), and the cartoons and the wonderful words that he wrote, ("Bless this house for relaxation, recouperation and restoration") are really all I need to remind me of his amazing spirit.