You're at the helm, force 5 storm, decks awash in foam 3 feet and mountains of sea all around.... I lost my best friend on Jan. 15, struck down suddenly. I turned down his road at daylight and encountered a sight I shall not forget. His wife, of twenty something years, walking down the road towards me in the dawn, her face contorted in pain and tears streaming down her face....trying to give his confused dog his daily morning walk.
She was just trying to go on, decks awash in pain. I have spent some time since thinking what would I do if I lost my wife of thirty something years. How would I go on, could I go on...those questions based on a personal knowledge of the reality of pain during my life. Should I pay 3 thousand for that motor to get going again? I mean really. What is on the horizon? I see clouds, but there is sun behind them I think...not sure. Love is a wonderful thing, life itself, and unknown to us when young, at the end is pain. Maybe greater, maybe lesser but pain almost for sure. In the tally I think its worth it to go on. Love has propagated itself around, and in it there is a harbor from the storm. The boat will never be the same but she'll still run and can at sunrise and set show you beauty over the water again.
As I think of how profoundly sorry I am to hear of your pain I cannot separate myself from the thought and hope that I will not follow you in that storm and have to act on these same words to you.
Charles