Sunk island is best description of our locality as Nothing growing in the fields. Wildlife is absent, very little evidence of anything remotely connected with LIFE.
Sometimes in day get overwhelmed, that Matthew has died. Still got so much to do in relation to his death. Memorial service is the main.
Like before he passed away period was wet, grey. and flooded every new born seed, as we struggled to find medical HOPE. Since the 'saddest farewell' nothing changed it's still grey, wet, cold and unable to develop. There is also guilt of being here, while Matty is not here with myself, not further others.
Look in Mirror at old man unshaven, tired from my own long illness, presently don't recognize LIFE.
Nothing good is reflected back.
These are in spiritual term's a 'Desert plain'. Place to seek some guidance, growth. But there appears little. Just driftwood on empty beach.
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