Hello to you. It’s late as I write to you today . Linky and I are sitting outside for a bit .
So it’s officially fall. All through the neighborhood the trees are starting to change color. They are letting go of what I think of as their disposable hands (leaves). This time of year makes me remember how fragile our mortality is. The trees teach so much.
So everyone has a nemesis. Mine is death. I have talked to death more than a couple times and really there is no reasoning with it . There is a plan in all things and part of the plan is at some time or another we are all going to die. I hate this plan but starving to death on an overburdened planet doesn’t sound like a good alternative. We are mortal and that means over time, like any good machine, we are going to break down. We will either get spare parts or we won’t . What bugs me about our “system” is by the time we have learned it and can enjoy ourselves we are well into our mortality.
We mature like fine wine but shrivel up like prunes! Mortality isn’t pretty !
It is important to have faith now. In these uncertain times we need unwavering things that give us hope. You will find no Hope in death unless you actively look for it. For some death is a mercy. I’ll give death that credit. When someone has been suffering with a illness or condition for an extended period of time mercy comes with death.
No drawing today – kind of having a dry spell!
To be 
My wife, Marla, passed a year ago. She was on an enteral feeding tube (tube giving food to her stomach) for 12 years, had dystonia and Wilson’s Disease. Dying, for her, was merciful.
I told her in the hospital that death was too superficial to keep us apart for very long.
Thank you for sharing your story Tom. Im sure it’s still very painful for you. I think it is beautiful what you told her. You two must have loved each other very much .