Yesterday was an anniversary of sorts . . .
'Twas exactly five years ago that I was
loading the pickup that early morn.
Next thing I knew, I awoke lying on the
ground. Blood all over kingdom come.
I had obviously cracked my skull open
on a large rock when I fainted.
I tried to call out for my guy but there
was no ump behind the call. Had to lay
there a bit longer and finally I was able
to crawl to the door and knock.
He came! Picked me up off the doorstep,
bundled me into the car and drove me
to the hospital.
Three days, three specialists and umpteen
tests later, I was very kindly informed that
I most likely had only a couple of months
to live . . . and if I did live, it would take at
least a year for my swollen brain to return
to its normal size.
I took that hellacious news and ran with it.
Took my last will and testament, gave it all
away. Moved into my cabin and awaited
Mr. Death with one hand on my waist.
And just in case, I started taking care of
me, of ME . . . something I hadn't done
in a long, long time.
I've been granted me, a stay of execution.
Methinks one doesn't know the meaning
of the words thank you until something
such as this happens.
Each and every day is a miracle to me.
I make every effort to live my life to the
fullest. And each and every day, I pray
the next will arrive gift wrapped, bow
and all, just waiting to be opened . . .
. . . I've got the scissors in my hand
ready to snip that package open; make
no mistake!
No comments:
Post a Comment