The Slow Progression

[snaky_poet]

One day he is better, the next worse, the next better ... but even his 'better' is still very ill. I believe that my darling is dying. I can only say this here, not on facebook where his young grand-daughters might read it prematurely. And I need to acknowledge it.

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[asakiyume]

And I still haven't had a chance to read your immediately preceding entry.

How are you doing? ... I understand that whatever you say, you may be feeling differently in an hour or a day.

....Ahhh, it comes off as a callous and clueless question. Perhaps because it is. I mean only, how are you holding up, how are you carrying it all.

[snaky_poet]

Moment by moment. A lot of people are sending me healing, prayers and good wishes.

[asakiyume]

Ahh, read the past entry.

((hugs))

I wish I could fix you both a cup of tea, and that you could be sitting in a sunny spot with a breeze, looking at the blue sky.

[snaky_poet]

Well my dear, there have been a couple of sunny mornings when we have done just that on the hospital verandah, admiring the view of the hills. :)

[snaky_poet]

Your words always mean much to me. xx

[bttrflyscar]

:( so sorry Rosemary.

[snaky_poet]

xx

[stefan11]

~hug~~

[snaky_poet]

Thanks, pal. :)