You and I
have been together since the very beginning.
Now, you were not like the others – you were a little off kilter, but
that was OK because so was I!
They
tried so hard to fix you – surgery, implants, traction and casts – and you did
the best you could. I was always aware
of you and careful about how I treated you but you always met the
challenge. Together you and I had an
excellent life. We played in the tree
tops and balanced on rocks in the rivers.
As we grew older we experienced love and passion and then – miracle of
all miracles – we even managed to give birth to two amazingly perfect baby
boys.
And then,
as they grew, again we played in the tree tops and hiked in the woods of
Narnia. Together, you and I have lived a
wonderful, active life.
You made
it forty years, my friend, before your imperfections finally lead you to start
to deteriorate. You did your best, and
you owe me nothing.
And
finally, it is time for us to say good bye.
In a few short days the surgeon will carefully expose you to the outside
air and lift you from my body – a moment of final farewell.
You will
then be replaced by metal and screws, a ball and a joint will take your
place. It will take some time, I
understand, to get used to those foreign objects being under my skin but over
time, I hope, I will once again be able to hike in the woods of Narnia, climb a
tree and even play a round of golf.
So
my friend, this is good bye. Thank you
for the life you let me lead – you did your best and for that, I thank you.
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