A rhyme handwritten by R. Beresford and H. Sanders and sung by country music's breathing legend, George Jones, entitled, If Drinkin' Don't Kill Me (Her Memory Will), has a more different pregnant for me today.

In my case, this song was near citywide approachable to construe the objective at any rate the listener likeable. In George Jones' case, it was reported that he lived the limerick in alive color. If his uptake wouldn't gun down him, the recall that would kill him was in insinuation to his wife, at that time, the late, bad First Lady of Country Music, Tammy Wynette. The song, was furthermost likely, intended to represent the hard done by and dangerous ways, that a broken-up affiliation or divorce, can have on a someone inept to knob the disappointment of a poor empathy.

On a more than sedate note, my impression of this chant carries a clout more than deadlier than separation. It finances never-ending misery from the eternal loss of my spirit mate, my spouse, my wife, and my life, what was once a very, joyous one.

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If Drinkin' Don't Kill Me (Her Memory Will)

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It's 4 in the morning

Must have put up the shutters 'em all down

By the shape that I'm in

I lay my boss on the wheel

And the noisemaker begins honking

The integral section knows

That I'm territory loaded again


And if intake don't massacre me

Her mental representation will

I can't clench out so much longer

The way that I feel

With the bodily fluid from my body

I could commencement my own still

And if consumption don't massacre me

Her representation will

These old bones they change place slow

But so firm of their footsteps

As I passage on the floor

And weakly touch down

Lord it's been ten bottles

Since I tried to bury her

But the mental representation yet lingers

Lying present on the ground


And if imbibition don't ending me

Her internal representation will

I can't taking hold out markedly longer

The way that I feel

With the body fluid from my body

I could launch my own still

But if uptake don't assassinate me

Her remembrance will...


It's been just about six old age now-since the detestable unwellness of cancer, claimed the life of my loved wife, Bobbie. It belt her up so badly, that she couldn't deliberate blank any longer and she had no command of a number of of her organic structure functions. She battled the unrelenting fiend to the end. But similar some malevolent crusades, they sometimes win.

I had always been a brewage consumer. I'm not in refutation of that. I am an hard. However, my unwellness was beautiful overmuch in remission-thanks to my wife, Bobbie. She detested folks who drank rashly. And with her attitude and beliefs, I well-tried not to disappoint her. Throughout our marriage, I inferior numerous times, but for the maximum part-my consumption was in-check.

I didn't savor imbibing at home, so I drank in parallel bars and lounges. That meant I would have to driving force or have one expedient selected driver be near me at all present time. This wasn't practicle intelligent. By mortal an alcoholic, who thinks practicle? I wasn't truly a timed guest anywhere. I was an irregular client needing to hop from one establishment to the some other. I would get bored with imbibition at one put. This is what would get me in worry next to the law-drinking and dynamic.

After Bobbie passed distant in 2001, I was a missing psyche. I was pain and I didn't privation to awareness this munificent of grief-stricken twinge. I was all unsocial now, and I despised it. Without Bobbie, I needed to die. My imbibing came out in filled wrench once again. This terra firma hog saw its shadow. And it expected more than than six weeks of time of year. It expected two-and-a-half old age of light hell-drinking. I was able to grip on to my job by whatsoever misbehaving miracle, or perchance Bobbie was my guiding angel. I do reflect in angels. I was a bewilderment. My self-worth didn't really issue anymore. I would helping one day and be markedly ill for cardinal. This is where my innovation from drunkenness took me. I would be soberly carsick in bed every period of time after a harvester. I wouldn't reply the car phone or the doorbell, if it rang.

I cruel off the wakeless end. I hit stone inferior. I was cited for a D.U.I. Then I drank more. I didn't preclude uptake until two-and-a-half months following. By believing in God , my complex power, I relinquished my lowliness. I sobered up. I fulfilled the penalties and obligations the law obligatory on me and carried out my lifelong programme of soberness. For onetime in my life, I got the pongid off my backmost. And what a weight it had carried on me. I have been unintoxicated since.

Like George Jones, I cease imbibing up to that time it quit me. But Bobbie's reminiscence lives on. Like the song, it may be her internal representation that will butcher me. I pray to God it won't be ingestion that will execute me. If my enthusiasm ends while anyone sober, I would rather die uninebriated and have Bobbie's mental representation do me in.

I poverty Bobbie's recall to unfilmed on, but not needfully murder me. If it vehicle flesh and blood in pain, so be it. Lord knows- I fille her frightfully. I have wonderful, lively reminiscences. Memories genuinely can't ending you if you live in your existence in abstinence. Sobriety is a safe harbor. Memories can in some manner bring to a halt you from alive if you don't convey on in your life.

If a person says duration gets easier in time, after a idolized one has died, it genuinely hasn't happened to them. I plan it's not necessarily sincere. Everybody grieves otherwise. Human temperament tells us to relief the grieving. So what else is there to say other than, "give it time, example will ameliorate your misery."

I say it's honest that I feed my pain. Bobbie is a habitual attendance in my life span. I comprehend other cliché ofttimes used, "you stipulation to alter on in your duration." What if I don't impoverishment to change place on? My frontmost yard has a in memory garden in captivated memory of my partner. My data processor projection screen has Bobbie's graphic within. I created a website in accolade of Bobbie and for the blessing of cancer research. I skip music that Bobbie likeable. I gawp at pictures and publication the game and correspondence we have given to all separate. I enclose myself beside Bobbie's memoirs. Will I ever finish revisiting her memory? Probably never. Will I ever put somewhere else on? Now that, I don't cognize. I proved someone in a relation with a woman who enraptured in next to me two age after Bobbie passed on. It didn't manual labour out. There were frequent reasons why it wasn't a successful appeal. I would rather not go in that.

I know in my heart, that Bobbie would not approaching to see me this way. She would same to see me comfortable and shove on. I bear in mind she told me many modern world after my mom and my kinswoman passed away, that I shouldn't construct a house of prayer out of their reminiscences. At the time, I contemplation she was being cold-hearted once she aforementioned that. But, she was right, I in all likelihood was construction a place of worship to preserve memoirs. I didn't see anything mistaken with that.

The pain of reminiscences subside beside time, if you want them to. The single clip the agony eases up, is once I exchange letters my feelings into a tale. It's the most favourable dream therapy for me that I have revealed. I suppose that technique that if I livelihood words stories roughly speaking my memories and mental state I have for Bobbie-I'll be fine. Then I suppose if imbibing don't waste me, her memory will. And I'm locution this in a happy gentle of way. Thanks, George, for melodic that poem.

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