Remember this one? What fun to hear it again:
For love, my late husband Tom put up with my insecurities and seriously poor house keeping. Not to mention my obsession with all things Saluki and my odd bursts of excitement when a story took off in me and I frantically tap tap tapped on the keyboard all hours of the night.
For love, I stayed by him throughout the fears, the diagnosis, the surgery, the rehab, then the home hospice. What else would I do? Vows meant something to both of us.
On a lighter note, for love of dogs and my dog friends I find myself going to meetings, managing shows, working on newsletters.
Or is that a sick obsession? Hmmm
Mona Karel Author 