[Grace forwarded this oh-so-accurate poem]
Just a line to say I’m living, that I’m not among the dead–
Though I’m getting more forgetful, sometimes mixed up in the head.
I am used to my arthritis; to trifocals I’m resigned;
I even like my hearing aids, but oh how I miss my mind!
For sometimes I can’t remember when I stand at the foot of the stairs
If I must go up for something OR have just come down from there.
And before the fridge quite often my mind is filled with doubt;
Have I come to put some food away or just to take some out?
And there’s the time when it is dark with my nightcap on my head,
I don’t know if I’m getting up or about to go to bed.
Now if it’s my turn to write you, there’s no need for getting sore–
I may think I have written and don’t want to be a bore.
So remember that I love you and wish that you were here.
But now it’s nearly mail time so I’ll say GOODBYE, my dear.
Here I stand beside the mailbox; my face is very red;
Instead of mailing your letter, I opened it instead!
Dr Bob Griffin
“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”