Thanks again Fiolar...knowing that other people have suffered as much and gotten thru it somehow gives me much needed courage.

Rowana...I am that most common brand of writer...unpublished.! But have written many, many stories, short novels, etc about our life, plus some poems and a few songs. Wrote my last story just a few days ago after having to kill a rattlesnake in the yard. Anywhere else I'd have left it alone, but this was the second time the dogs had found this one within 15 ft. of the house so it had to go. John was an excellent shot and I've never fired a gun, never had to deal with this before. Finally managed with a dull hoe but not without massive adrenalin attack! I now keep a sharpened hoe and boots handy by the back door....

Here are the words to most recent song...I dont know how to do line breaks so it will probably be difficult to read!

Now is the time of the evening/When my heart is yearning to rest Now when the day is ending/And the sun seeks its home in the West.

I'm ready to stop all this yearning/For what I don't even know Like the leaves that are now slowly turning/Seems like it's time to let go.

Thank God every night has a morning/When the burdens that weary the heart, Like the sun, arise from the shadows/And become not the whole but a part.

Thank God for the real world of birdsong/Wild roses that perfume the air It's like food and drink to the wanderer/Gives heart's ease when there's too much to bear.

Thanks again, Rowana, for your thoughtful concern and interest.

Nancy