"The lamp my only solace.

The only glimmer of light in the room. I lean over...and with one trip of the switch, it is off.

Total darkness.

I can hear myself breathe. Imagine that. I inhale. I exhale. and that gives me life.

My heart beats.

How can I look on death with kind eyes? How can I understand that death be a sweet release from pain suffered.

I remember the lessons you taught me.
Never take foregranted the one life you have.
Never look for excuses for your own choices.
Be kind on the shortcomings of others for yours may be worse than theirs.
Whatever you do, do with a full heart and with true and sincere intent.
Never throw the first stone.....and should you have to stand against adversity, be kind in your own defense for there will always be those who do not see it the same way you do.
Find time to be kind, even to those that may not like you.
and believe in yourself no matter what.

You surrendered to the sickness that had been eating your body for years.

We said goodbye to you in the knowledge you were free now.

And on that day my journey began.... delving into the frailness of what makes our minds tick, mortality, the essence of life itself, the depth of remorse and pain and love and desire and passion, hate and anger we, as humans are capable of feeling.

How sensibly we can, at times , conquer challenges.

And then, at times, how desperately we fail to lift our spirit from the dungeons of despair.

What is it that defines us as humans?

Our mortality?"

The sad news of the week has made me remember and dig deep within my very self....

Soft gentle dreams to all.


B.