Sometimes when I am twisted, he untwists me. He gives me morning shots, brings my pills with ice water, takes me to the doctor, does numerous things to make my life easier than it would be without him. I don't want him to think I take him for granted. I know he is here and he will help me with big things, with small things, with whatever I need and a few extras.
I appreciate you, Garry, not only for the things you do for me, but the gentle, loving way you do them. You say you are honored, but you honor me.
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