Apologies, and congratulations. Much awaits you.

Six years or so since she left me. The tears are no longer on the surface--I have to concentrate a while. I don't, much--helping others consumes more of my attention. Why wallow in self-contempt when you can apply a healing balm on the suffering of others?

"Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal..." --Longfellow

May the fish fall for your offering infallibly--