Cool, you guys do get around a lot don't you. Love all your pics and stories.
I don't think that I've mentioned this here because I don't seek sympathy but we have become friends so I can just pour it out. My wife is a really lovely, vibrant woman but her health is shaky at the best. When she's up, she's up but she has some really serious health problems.
Two years ago, at the relatively young age of 51 I was diagnosed with macular deneration, the leading cause of blindness in adults. 51 is young for this onset so I have resigned myself to the fact that if I live long enough, I will more than likely go blind. I will loose all of my internet friends because I won't be able to see the screen. No fishing, no TV, no driving, no seeing my grandkids grow up. If I am able to kayak with my wife she will have to scream "Tree on the left, steer hard right!!"
At least I'll still be able to make love to my wife, I know where everything is with my eyes closed and that sure outweighs fishing or the internet, TV and everything else..
But there is a shining light at the end of the dark tunnel, my wife. I know and trust that she will walk me through life if and when this happens. God makes no promises and we both know that our time to dance upon this rock is limited so we are trying to get our licks in now while we can. We will be married for 5 years the 15th of this month and I am returning to my annual fire training next week, Sunday. She gets a week in the sun at the pool at the Hilton and I get to fight fire all week, I love it.
We leave on the 15th, our anniversary and go back to where we met, Galveston Island. We spend every anniversary there. In the words of the Rolling Stones...
"I love living, it's easy to dooooo...
The things I have wanted...
Have all been for youuuuu...
Restless lady, you know who I am....
You know I can't let you...
Slip through my handssssssss...
Wild horses, couldn't drag me away, Wild wild horses...
We'll ride them someday."
Pack every minute of life into the time that you have left. I'm a paramedic and a few people have died in the back of my truck. They all want the same thing, the super rich and the very poor. Death is the final equalizer, when the final curtain falls we all become the same.
One more minute with the ones that we love. "Call my wife/husband/daughter/son"
All of the menial bullshit and worry about money just fades. All we really have that matters is the time that we have left with the ones that we love. I want to spank my Harley and come sliding sideways into heaven covered with knicks and scratches and say "Did you see that?"
I want to milk every ounce out of this life that it has to offer. I'll see you all at the big pond.