Relative Something

Dear Cyndie,

The experiment of living in two different cities, 1500 miles apart, is definitely revealing the adage, “You don’t know what you’ve got, till it’s gone.” I am sick with an annoying cold that has turned a night’s sleep into an epic drama, and held me home from work, bed-ridden yesterday.

I am distinctly aware of how, if you were home with me, you would make a special trip, even though I would tell you not to bother, and you would buy a variety of fruit juices and more medications than I could possibly use. You would bring them to my bedside and then cook me eggs or soup to feed me, allowing me to do nothing but rest while you provided every possible comfort.

I know I always thanked you for your tender loving care, but from the vantage point of not having you here to lavish support upon me now, I feel as though I never thanked you enough. You are a true angel.

Love,

John

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We had a great visit on FaceTime this morning where we talked about how the monumental scope of the work she is doing, difficult as it is, seems to align very much with the skill set she has developed, and the many years of experience she has gained. We also reminisced about the earliest years of our relationship, and the many times in which we were separated by thousands of miles, which just might have been creating a foundation for our ability to accomplish this current scenario we find ourselves in.

This is hard, but we think it is the right thing to do. It is something we are both equally interested in successfully accomplishing. I am definitely falling more in love with her as a result her absence from my life, proving one more well-known adage…