It's ironic that T should finally find love, and emotional freedom only to be whipped away into some vege state weeks later. And what will happen to all his scribes? All that work? He has a special someone that believes in his concepts and idea's. She won a Uni medal for being the student of the year. I can only hope that both of them worked something out so she can carry on with his work. Its all in the lap of the gods now.

I think there is an acceptance that T will no longer be able to help me. Even if he was well enough to see me again in a year, I seriously doubt I would want to put him under the same pressure he was under last year, post stroke. I watched him struggle to try and remember stuff, and it broke my heart. I cant do that again, and told his daughter as much yesterday. I have accepted the fact that another miraculous recovery is out of the question. T was in is element sitting behind his desk; he thrived on his work, and dreamed of a day when it might be accepted by a publisher. His special friend is more than willing to continue pushing that. And there is no way T would want to be here if he had to give up his work. I knew him so well.

To me, he was a specialist in the treatment of people going through the hell he went through. You would have liked him Draggers/Blu/CD, and ......?