My beautiful daughter just called to talk about her day and I had to ask her if I could call her back later because her mother, my wife, was in the other room weeping, again.
Every time that I come to this site I am overwhelmed by the sadness this disease has caused so many people. I read the words of strangers whose only connection with one another is this dreaded nuisance. My wife and I have still another talk about what has happened to me, to us as mates.
I tell my friend, my wife, who I love so much, I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry.
People talk about The Meds. What med can heal The Weeping?
People talk about The Cure. How can anyone cure The Weeping?
People talk about the this and that and all I can think about is The Weeping.
I try to think of a way to stop The Weeping but I can't.
My wife goes to The Door. To work. To take another try at being happy.
I am here, with That Thing on My Back. I go to The Computer. I put on The Mask.
And then I weep again.