Longest Days . . .

I have finally run out of words, so I'm going to let the venerable everymanandwoman's poet, Mr. John Mellencamp, speak for me tonight. . .

Longest Days

Seems like once upon a time ago

I was where I was supposed to be

my vision was true and my heart was too

There was no end to what I could dream

I walked like a hero into the setting sun

Everyone called out my name

Death to me was just a mystery

I was too busy raising up Cain

But nothing lasts forever

Your best efforts don't always pay

Sometimes you get sick and you don't get better

Life is short, even in its longest days

So you pretend not to notice

That everything has changed

Way that you look and the friends you once had

So you keep on acting the same

Deep down in your soul

You know you, you got no flame

And who knows then, which way to go

Life is short, even in its longest days

All I got here is a rear view mirror

Reflections of where I've been

So you tell yourself I'll be back up on top some day

But you know there's nothing waiting for you up there anyway

Nothing lasts forever

And your best efforts don't always pay

Sometimes you get sick and you don't get better

That's when life is short, even in its longest days

Life is short, even in its longest days

We are having some long days out here at Wrenwood . . . long, sad days. . . the courageous, humbling, awe-inspiring fight is nearing the end and I don't know if I'll ever stop crying. The suffering has gone on far too long, but I still can't help feeling cheated, oh so cheated . . . please pray that Bob goes peacefully, let him know, in any way you know how, that he doesn't have to fight any longer, tell him that his spirit will enveloped and held tight, with all the love in the world . . .