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Away I went,
engine a wail,
realizing not
I left a trail.

So, I was told,
to no avail,
to leave evidence,
of mental jail.

Yesterday, August 4th,
I signed papers,
to admit my wife,
into Home Hospice.

I am unable to explain,
my sadness, at this moment,
nor shall I try as,
my emotions are spent.

When flowers bend
with wind, slight,
sunlight precedes
oncoming night.

Winds will blow,
tree limbs shake,
for beauty is now,
when I'm awake.

Far below, the surface live,
resides a being, inside
our body, coming from I know
not where it will reside.

When the time comes to
find the unexplained source,
a finding will be printed,
for it is important. Of course.

Do not be alarmed if you find
there is something bothering you
for may be the great equalizer
which we will pursue.

If you are afraid, or express doubt
you will find something new,
a newer, remodeled version
of the same as always you.

Today I signed documents requesting my wife to be admitted
to Home Hospice. She qualified and was accepted into the program.
I was reluctant to do this but after talking with the medical representatives
from Evergreen, I agreed to do this to heal open bed sores.
I believe I will receive good and more attentive care in this relationship.

I hope I will be able to continue to write about other happier days as I find this
venue to be of great therapeutic value to me.
Thank you all for looking at my writings. I always welcome responses, if you desire.

Deep in the forest,
where the Sun doesn't shine
Is a secluded retreat,
some say is divine.

Among the tall ferns
which blanket the Glen,
providing covers for all,
including those, back then.

I went on active duty, in the Navy,
in October 1954. I was 19 years old,
a small-town boy looking to get away,
in search of adventure.

Inducted in Seattle, physical, inoculations,
while only wearing your socks, shoes and
of course, holding a clipboard, with your
records. The issue of being unclothed,
naked soon passed.

We stayed a few nights in Naval Barracks,
in Seattle. The next day we caught a Naval
Air, transport, flying from Whidbey Island
Naval Air Station, to Moffett Field, in California.
I believe it was just outside of San Francisco.
It was on a Saturday.

Being young, away from home, we pooled our
resources and took a Cab into San Francisco.
We were able to buy a bottle from the driver.
Our destination, "Coffee Dan's" which was a
bottle club or bring your own bottle and buy,
the mix of your choice.

We spent several hours there and returned to
base as we had a scheduled flight from Moffett,
to North Island Naval Air Station, in San Diego.

I had transportation to a dock where there was
a water taxi. It took me to my new home,
the USS Marsh, DE699. I was deposited to a
temporary bunk in the forward mess hall,
until the next when I was assigned to my
permanent bunk, below deck, in the fantail,
next to the laundry. This would be my home,
for the next two years.

Of all the days,
which have passed us by,
the one which stays,
with me the most,
are those when we,
laughed and played,
holding each other,
until the end of the day.

When your life,
flashes before your eyes,
remembering the memories,
of love and sighs,

it brings to us,
those who worry,
start enjoying your life,
squelching the hurry.

When the life you share,
for many a year,
is disrupted by illness,
ongoing fear

of losing your wife,
to a terrible disease,
finding the change
a failed breeze.

I love I have,
for her today,
will still remain.
For this I pray.

What cost is love,
when you cry,
from the hurt,
you only sigh.

What great loss,
what will it be,
when I look
and cannot, see?

If you left
and stayed away,
my heart would ache,
night and day.