We have returned from the trek to Mississippi, the funeral and the whirlwind. Planes, automobiles and wheelchairs! (I will write more about that later.)
Although I hate this expression, it is what it is.
The Captain/Hangdog/the Unabomber is a lost soul. He didn't just lose his wife. He lost it all ... best friend, nurse, protector, soul mate. In his world, he just lost the biggest part of him. He doesn't know how to be a person without her.
He wanted to go first but apparently, God had other plans.
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You are a creative and talented writer. I think great writers many times write their best works when they are are in pain.
Channel your pain into something great and take advantage of your feelings right now.
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