John Lennon was a very smart man. I honestly don’t think I would have found the strength to cope with the last couple of weeks if I hadn’t had this wall of unwavering love and support to hold me up.

Tonight I was sitting in my car, parked by the lake, staring out at the dark Okanagan night  and feeling very sorry for myself  when Karen called. At first I said no, I really appreciate the offer, I’ll be fine on my own, yadda yadda yadda… and then it suddenly dawned on me how truly lucky I was to be loved so much by so many and so I said yes… tell Paulette to come… and then I sat weeping with gratitude.

I am not sure how you repay someone for getting up at the crack of dawn to catch a flight, only to get off the plane and spend another two days in a noisy, smelly, unairconditioned wreck with spotty radio coverage. Not to mention having to spend the time in the company of a woman who is beginning to look more and more like a resident of the psych unit rather than a visitor. But I will think of something. And I know she brings all of you in spirit.

Thank  you all.

 When someone allows you to bear his burdens, you have found deep friendship