Dealing with pain commands lots of attention from PHers. If not the elephant on the chest, then aches from the meds that keep us alive. That description falls short of reality. List symptoms that push you over the threshold into torture, then you will understand.
A ray of sun dances across the makeshift birdbath like a flame flickers in the breeze. For a brief moment I felt your presence. I think of you often, Dude. The pain you endured. How you must have fought against allowing your body to rule your life.
Missing you, Dude.
Later.
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