I was thinking is it better to express my feelings after he is gone, or share them with my loving husband now. This led to my thoughts as shared below with my loving husband.
Happy 70th
birthday ode to David
Who will kill the cockroaches when you are
gone?
My dad wrote a poem to Suzy, his mother’s dog and then his
dog, after she was gone.
My mother asked me to read a poem when scattering her ashes
after she was gone.
I want to tell you these things now, before you are gone.
You were not what I prayed for or dreamed up but you were
the answer, better than anything I could have imagined.
We have traveled thousands of miles side by side exploring
the country in various RVs. Adventures too numerous to begin to name.
Volunteering, working and just exploring.
We have been to states and places that only existed on a map
until they came alive when we crossed a new state line.
-Meetings and people and conferences and rallies, energy, excitement,
sweet people and a few, not so sweet. If you hadn’t driven us, I would have
missed it. You were the leader, I the follower.
Our vows in sickness and health came to pass. You have been
visited by sicknesses, mild to critical. I wasn’t always the best nurse but you
were always the best patient.
Are these the highlights of your life, speaking in front of
8,000 people in Atlanta, GA? Getting flagged down to turn off the propane
before entering the tunnel under the Chesapeake Bay on the east, or barely able
to pull off the road as the engine stops, feet before the Eisenhower Tunnel.
Maybe the annual meeting getting a cash bonus award for
selling ads and collecting the most cash up front.
Or was it getting detained at the Canadian border for an
incident over 40 years ago.
For me it was a young couple, sitting by the campfire at San
Simeon State Beach drinking brandy to keep warm, my hair stuffed into a beanie on my head,
snot running down my nose (so you said). Later you told me that was when you
knew you loved me. Our first camping trip in a tiny pup tent; the adventure was
just only beginning.
My only prayer for you is to not suffer – at least not any
more than you already have. You have brought joy and happiness to many; you’ve
been an inspiration to many more. You, my warrior of hope, you have given me
more than I can ever repay. I can’t even imagine what my life would have been
like without you to influence, guide and share with me. I love you beyond
anything words can describe. Even this is inadequate but I wanted to tell you
and only to ask who will kill the cockroaches for me, when you are gone.