I feel obligated to write
something.
I do have things to share.
It’s
just a matter of getting them out.
Richard
is never going to allow for me
to
travel again as I have been home for
three
and a half days and
I’m still in a coma.
There
were several pictures taken.
I
smile at what I see.
But
still feel in a stupor.
Some
photos we took out of tradition.
Do
I need to explain?
