What I’m about to describe happened about four weeks ago, and its effect on me continues. Death is not my problem. I’m prepared for that eventuality and likely have been for many years. It must have played a factor in my life because I was known as a fighter on the streets of Chicago, and at that time, I developed a reputation that carried across ghetto lines.
But the story is not about me but Lenette. On this day, she was so concerned about me that she set aside all other things and issues. Her concern was so consuming that I realized at that moment that she needed me as much as I needed her. At that exact moment, when I decided I must stay alive for now and care for her, her confusion disappeared.
Amazingly, from then on, I began to get better in every possible way, and so did she. In all aspects, she began to be my full and complete Lenette.
The power of love is that important. Having witnessed her helplessness with the time and effort she gave to me was too much to bear. I realized that I needed to live for her so she could live for herself.
So, not only did I get better, but Lenette became more vital and more present. A miracle, for sure, but not surprising when love is such an essential part of a relationship. It is ours.
We are so much better because of each other. Lenette and I will do our best to keep this wellness going between us. How blessed I am. Sy
We love and love back–We grow because of this love—How blessed we are.