Many people have told me they are tired of reading about how much I love my wife.
On Monday morning December 11, 2017 my left hip was surgically removed and replaced with titanium and plastic parts. The following Thursday morning I was excited to leave the hospital and transfer to a rehabilitation facility.
But first I wanted to stop by home.
Later, as I attempted to get into my Range Rover’s passenger seat to leave home, my right leg, the good one, started to fail before I got all the way up to the seat. Hard as I tried, I couldn’t stop it from sinking. I was going down, hard and fast.
My wife was putting a suitcase into the passenger side back seat of the car.
“HONEY! LOOK OUT! I AM FALLING!”
Without a word or any hesitation she dove to the garage concrete floor directly under the seat from which I was falling. She is 4’11” tall and weighs 100 pounds.
My entire 210 pounds fell hard, crushing directly down upon her.
The only words she uttered were, “Honey are you hurt? Are you OK?”
To paraphrase well known words from the chapter of John: “No greater love has a wife than this, to lay down her life for her husband.”
Now tell me. Do I write too much of my love for my wife? Impossible.