Soul Lark's Weaving

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

I am Still Alive

This note is posted just in case my readers are wondering what happened to the next part of the Pellegrine. I had been feeling rather poorly and was actually confined to bed. I’m feeling better now and will be trying to get the next part out. My apologies to those who had been waiting.

Monday, August 08, 2005

A special email received

I received an email from a friend, Enzed, who really encouraged me. For some reason, the mail kept getting bounced back. If you are reading this, Enzed, it isn’t that I didn’t bother to write. I couldn’t get through. Thanks for the email.

I’ll be sending in the next part of the story to Nifty in a few moments. So expect to read the next part, Memories 6 real soon.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

My thanks!

I must thank the people who commented on this blog and those who had sent email. A big thank you for sending me your encouragement. It has been a help for the past week. A friend from my youth suddenly took ill. We were mates when in school and he’s dying. Cancer is not a pretty sight. We kept in contact after his marriage but not as much as before. I only found out indirectly and decided to get to see him after work Tuesday. He was cheerful and had accepted his condition. He was happy that I called and we chatted. Then he apologized for something that happened long ago. I had already forgotten about this small thing but he was still holding on to the guilt. Needless to say, the three of us (his wife included) had quite an emotional time at his bedside.

It was after I reached home that I began to put two and two together. We weren’t as close as before because I’d assumed that since he was married, I shouldn’t take him away from his family duties. He, on the other hand, had thought I still bore a grudge! To think that I had lived alone and could have been an “uncle” to his children! I wouldn’t have had to bear those many moments of being alone! Life does throw these things at you! I guess I’m less dramatic now; I would’ve really gotten into one of my extreme moods 10 years ago.

As I was saying, those comments and mail kept me positive and I found my visit to my dying friend enriching. I might call on him again. I may not get many opportunities left.