If someone had told me 35 years ago today that I would spend
my 35th wedding anniversary caring for my terminally ill husband, I
would still have said ‘I do’.
Because they would also have had to say that during the next
35 years we will both achieve much of what we want from life. We will see almost everything we want to see,
go to almost all of the places we want to go.
Three wonderful children, who have much to be proud of, will
enrich our lives. We will be blessed
with healthy and happy grandchildren. No
family feuds will break the ties that only family can provide and whilst our
children will follow many and varied paths, they will ultimately come home.
There will be countless ‘ups’ and very few ‘downs’. We will pursue an active and fun-filled
social life, where parties are the norm.
We will enjoy a life that rewards our collective efforts. Nigel will build successful businesses and I
will achieve academic and professional fulfilment.
There will be laughter every day and no tragedy or sadness
great enough to mar our happiness.
So, whilst our 35th wedding anniversary will find us
both simply trying to get on with the business of living, we will still find
time for a wheelchair race around the house.
Everything comes to an end.
It’s how we get there that
matters.
