Been a few weeks since I wrote to you a letter about a book Pogue, but I have been reading. It’s a particular time of year in England. November, the leaves are vacating the trees, the air has a chill in the morning and we remember. We’ve just passed by Remembrance Sunday. We’ve worn our … Continue reading Been Reading
Dear Pogue, Pogue, our friend died today. Quietly, gently they passed from us, they slipped from this world and, as you and I believe, went to a better one. For a while now we have known the days were growing short and although this knowledge helped each to ready themselves, an overwhelming sadness still immersed … Continue reading There are no words….
Dear Pogue, I know you are aware that we both have a friend who is going to die. Whose death seems to be close after a long painful battle with an illness that has been relentless in its progression. I also know that you, like me, are sad, have already shed some tears and come … Continue reading It is all about someone else!