A personal note.
At times like these words seem small, and inadequate.There's no gentle way to say this, so I'll not try. My wife is at the end stage of a terminal condition. As is always the case there's some uncertainty. Weeks are possible, days are probable. Woodpile Report will go dark for a while when it happens.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.- Judy Garland