Times, they are a Changin'

[William Ephraim Black]

• Originally Posted by Billy Black on January 21, 2014 at 5:41am

Dylan's song title comes to mind after yesterday's events. My wife (it still makes me smile like a teen to say those words... "my wife") came home feeling under the weather. She fainted at work, said she just wasn't feeling well and that she's fine but I see it on her face.. in her eyes. Something isn't right. 
I'm not good with this kind of thing. I don't know how to approach her without seeming like I'm hovering. We're both adults and shes a nurse, surely if something were very wrong she'd tell me. 
I have made a promise to myself to be more attentive, more observant. Maybe I can hover a little? I don't know. 
I just want her to know that I am here, for better or worse, sickness and health until I draw my last breath. That is my solemn vow to her. I owe her so much, she came in and saved this old man from a life of solitude. She is my life, my heart, my soul.