there's another poem in my mind...
probably mcgough or one of his cronies...

"when people ask me how i am
i say "bits of me are fine"
and they are...**wavey lines**
...bits of me i'd be proud to take out and show off in public"
etc.

check out both of those poems please, they have helped me in times of need.

i read "let me die a young man's death" to a small (but perfectly formed) crowd after the funeral of my dear friend mike. they cried, they laughed, they cried and laughed again.

i know that the parkinson's most likely won't be the actual cause of my mother's death. today she asked me what PD actually is and i spent a while explaining what i know. it hurt. to tell ones own mother how things will break down like that? no wonder i needed a pint when i got home.

cheers ancrenne, good to know i have a pal! get saving cos my gin of choice is Hendrick's...
( blaireau69 , the Cumbrian Travis Bickle., Mon 20 Apr 2009, 22:58, Reply)