Last night I saw a man I've known for many years for the first time in ages. He's been living abroad. Dogged with dementia and gaunt from looks like cancer I fear the end is nigh for him.
He recognised me but couldn't remember my name. But he did remember that I wrote my books.
As happened with mum dementia seemed to have mellowed him. Just an old man. He thinks he's going back to Thailand but as his ex wife who is looking after him said, "he won't go back."
Life as a journey is hard. Battered and bruised we walk on day by day and night by night. Each day we get older. Wiser too some might say.
My journey is not easy at the moment. But I have escaped to the sea to spend time with my dad, my friends and to try to heal. I need a lot of healing at the moment.
Tonight we are meeting Beka for Thai food. I did offer to cook but she said save yourself and let's go out.
My walk along the beach this morning was helpful. I sent my team a video from there, so many have reached out.
A return home is scheduled for Friday. I will travel some more in my enforced absence, hopefully to Cambridge, to London and to Sussex.
Take care all.
I Heard a Voice
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