I had to share this with my wife. We both agree how beautiful, generous an encouraging your message is, during this most challenging period in our lives together. We have traveled around the sun for the same number of trips, but with her memory gradually and inexorably being left behind, drifting on its' own off into space, parts unknown. Your perspective is so filled with hope, forbearance and wisdom that we cannot help but be encouraged and filled with hope by it. your philosophy and faith inform our own.
With deepest gratitude,
Pete and Kate Gutterman
Aw shucks!
Peter, you've been along with me on this sometimes tempestuous voyage from the moment I cast off from the life that was.
Your sentiments today overwhelm, and embaress me with your generosity and kindness.
It's an old saying, (to coin a phrase') 'If I can provide only one person with an element of succour in a time of need, then my efforts have not been wasted'.
This forum, this thread, has provided me with a platform where I've been able to express not only to you, but also myself, the need... 'a problem shared is a problem halved'.
To my surprise, you folk here have been remarkably supportive. Not one negative' comment, just consistent friendship.
I also share another 'ship' forum, which I also enjoy, where I attempted to have this 'conversation, but there was nothing but a parched lake bottom.
So it goes.
Peter, thank you for sharing a little of your own back story.
Only yesterday I was communicating with another recently made 'online' friend who opened up to me with very similar domestic issues.
Which illustrates how bleak things possibly were for isolated individuals, before this wonder called the Internet.
Here we are sharing our views with like minded people all around the world, giving and receiving in genuine camaraderie, knowing we are never likely to meet, but none the less better for it.
I feel my story has a few more pages to go, so as long as no one objects, I'll be back!
Thank you once again.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: It's loveliness increases: It will never pass into nothingness; but still keep. A bower quiet for us, and sleep.
John Keats