Barb didn't need a wannabe samurai, facing death with sword in hand.
She needed someone who could accept hopelessness, and accept the comfort she could give.
I am so sorry.
I really want to stay here,
to love my dogs and honour wife,
but it's becoming all too clear
that I can't sustain my life.
A ring of tumours 'round the throat
conspire to inhibit breath,
and those of lungs get a vote;
they clamour for my death.
Perhaps it is all for the best
that I am compelled to go,
for what she wanted as a love-nest
became the Alamo.
Still, I hope that she looks back with pride
at how I lived, and how I died.
Music from The Fray, with How To Save A Life.
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.
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.