You probably donít get much
in the way of gratitude or compliments.
So, I just want to say thanks.
(Not for the way youíve lurked in the background
for much of my life Ė that actually sucks.)
But thanks for choosing when you did to really rage.
Of course, five years ago, it seemed like horrible timing,
with cancer and dementia and chronic disease
haunting my family all around meÖ
but at least I was expected to need support then.
And I had the best of friends around to provide it.
So, I got the help I needed.
I learned about you
and how we could live together,
and thatís why Iím grateful.
Iím grateful because, even though Iím pandemic-weary,
Iím not at the end of my rope
like so many people are now.
A year ago, I knew that you would come knocking
and that Iíd need all the lessons and tricks you had taught me
in order to keep from checking out.
I armed up for the fight.
So even though I know youíre out there,
and sometimes youíll come for a visit,
I now know how to tolerate you,
give you a cup of tea and send you on your way,
before you wreck the place.
Thanks for teaching me when you did.
This could have been so much worse.