Your Dying Spouse 556 - Forever Young

I won't share my age, but those who know me best would describe me as having the soul of a nineteen-year-old rugby hooligan who's happened upon an unattended case of beer.

Now that is the highest of compliments.

But seriously, one of the nice things about dying young is...well, dying young.

I was never cut out for aging. Had no good examples, no positive images of grandparents and the like. None at all.

And even if I lived like Methuselah, I'd never be a 'wise elder' or a sage.

I'd just be the oldest dead due in the cemetery, who never grew up.

Yes, I'll missed something..."grow old with me, the best is yet to be" with my dear wife.She'll have to find someone else with whom to grow old. I hope she does.

That's so hard to write; cancer is taking so much. But I hope she'll go on, and I hope that she'll carry the joy I found with her, and my love for her, in her heart.

Kind of sore about all this, really, but what are you going to do?

Beer's up!

Music from Kenny Chesney, with (what else?) Young.

Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.