You want to think you know all there is to know about the other half… Knew him over 39 years…Married 38 years… Till he bought the farm… Went to his Happy Hunting Farm (not so bad a place to go… I’m thinking)… Ascended to Paradise to be surrounded with the love of his already dearly departed family, awaiting his inevitable arrival (our Comforting Christian Conclusion… well with our anything goes… we are One in the Spirit Church).
Let’s get serious… you know your Better Half… but do ya really ‘no’ your Better Half… Time for Truth and Reconciliation… Sometimes you’re on the same page… Sometimes you are in a different book… Yet come any emergency and you are 100% on the same team, pushing that huge, insurmountable, ice laden snowball… Up the hill… In tandem… You betcha… Depend on it… In this you crystal clear trust, know and depend on your Better Half. (Oh, and if you can’t…move on)
You know then (death’s probably not the time for self denial… Man-up, woman-up, they-up time)…. We all have secrets… We take to our grave…Maybe even I do… I already feel my school girl blush, my whole body suffused in the agony of sweat and shame…
From Morguefile.com
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By hotblack
Will those inevitable take to your grave or no one would see you the same secrets be revealed in Heaven to everyone… Or just to our Confessor(s) who has/have taken an Oath of Silence… At the threat of a browbeating by his/their Confessor… No lashes or hair shirts in my Heaven… Just higher learning to recognize the error of your Earthly Ways and Improve the Process…. That’s my theory… And I’m a gonna run with it… But you can run anyway you want because:
Death gives us Freedom, Freedom…
The Freedom… We’re all looking for: (Paraphrase Kyrre Gorvell-Dahll / Lawrie Martin / Sandro Cavassa / Zak Abe)l
