When your sister may die

In days, now gone, as my wife was still a child, her father as a policeman had to work and her mother as a district nurse also had to work.

This meant that her elder step-sister had to look after her; and as my wife says, "She was like my mother".

Now, at 82 we have news from England that she may be dying.

We talked it over and my wife booked to fly to see her sister on Saturday. The news that then came was that things for her were worse. It cost my wife $300/- to shift the time so that she could leave yesterday, Thursday at 5.30 AM.

Now, for the first time in a very long time, I am alone again.

I MISS MY WIFE!

It is such an interesting discovery to know what it is to be alone . . . and above all:

TO SURVIVE!

Please note:
People who work are in Canada are blessed that they can take the weekend off - Saturday and Sunday.
In accord with this tradition, I will now take Saturday and Sunday off.
Therefore, on these two days, there will be no blogs from by me.

Think of it. It is such a:

RELIEF.

Please:

DO NOT TELL ME THAT 

YOU MISS MY BLOGS TO YOU.

This will strain and stretch credibility, especially as one Taliban blog fan of mine has wished my death.

Wishing and doing are two sides of the same coin. Flip it and he will gun me down to my death . . . with Messianic pleasure and zealous dedication.

All I can say to him is with deep respect:

YOU ARE A VERY SICK MAN!

Only an NSP-therapist can help you. However, my wife and I, whilst still in the process, not one of our students has been set their certification examination yet.