Our neighbors, both named Cathy,
have been together for 30 years,
married when it was legal.
 
I love how they load up their RV
& go to the Smokies every year,
feed our dogs treats over the fence.
 
Since my stroke, they check on me,
bring spare plates of BBQ to the door,
send birthday cards with flowers.
 
After my hysterectomy, they detail
their own journeys. The pain is real.
How lucky am I?  How seriously blessed.