K-Lo, I remember our talks and your motivating speach. I miss them and the medicine that accompanies you wherever you go...
...work or not, your energies spread as if a whiff of a Fall breeze brushes thru the patio of Pott's and Such Coffee House...
...the drapes of floral printed cotton sway's with the breeze...
K-Lo, you as a Physical Therapist and Friend planted something deep with-in. I am forever grateful. Humbled by the experiance in it's whole. You were life altering.
I want you and them who you work with to know how much I appreciated your hard you with me and mine and I would suspect his other patients. Good God, K-Lo, I have not seen or heard from you in months - but the physical therapy contines. I must think, you would surely be surprised by the muscle tone I have developed since we last saw one another.
You changed my Life's Trail...
...John Wayne - my pony , and me are starting to come out of something here. Don't know what, but I know I want to go get into my garden something really bad.
I don't want and try not to think much about the menirere's symptoms I have at this very moment. Just too damned many...
... I just want to get back out of doors. Think I forgot how good the Sun felt on my face and skin...
...Gotta go....
John Wayne, get your ass up!
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