Another one Bites the Dust.

[Paul S.]

Mate, no words. I know what you it is you feel. Been there. Words? I have none.

Vietnam has come back to haunt me in a personal and physical way. Our old friend Agent Orange stopped by and left me a present - metastatic melanoma, Stage IV. It was diagnosed this April exactly one year after my wife died very suddenly and unexpectedly. And yes, I'm still mourning her passing and getting used to being widowed. But for me, I don't have time for depression, anger, or for dying. I have the life I have left. I focus on the things that are important to me - my family - spending time with my sons and daughter, their children and my four great grandchildren. That I have three years or more to spend with them is dependent upon the effectiveness of modern medicine and the mercy of God.

In the end all I - we - can do is seek joy, seek purpose, and know that the pain of loss is also the measure of what/who is lost.

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