July 5, 2008
TWO HOURS IN HEAVEN
It’s nutty, I guess for a man with an autistic, contrary way. But like my dog, therein hangs this tale.
My first awareness said to me, “Hey, part of you is missing, wonder what, why and how come ?”
That aching, lonely void cried to be filled by another body, personality, ally - what ever called, I needed it to join for me to be a complete entity. Although my life was full nd happy there was alwaya room for more searching.
Questions to Mom, Dad, Granny were vain, our doctor was no help either and life wewnt on . . . . .