Life (love) After Death

March was below dignity, and so many deaths of close friends and...... it was just really bad. Now I have met the best girl in Australia. We are lovers and planning life together. She is the split image of Julie Christie in "Dr Zhivago". She is older than me by a few months and has three daughters, Dad was Jamaican and the girls are beautiful but not fully trusting me with their mother yet. She took me to see her friend, Vince Jones play and I am taking her to the Judith Durham gig. My friend. Rachel who created the Bonnie Babes Foundation (for folks who have lost chilren) is coming and it will be a great time. She works with kids dying of cancer and I can handle that because we have music on our side. Better than this, my sad beautiful Jewish Hasidim friend has met a Swedish Israeli paratrooper guy who looks tough but if he does not treat her right then he has to deal with me. I am the guy in slips. Man life is beautiful. Treasure it and spread a little love. G.

Thanks for very warm thoughts 

Thank you. For those warm replies. I just wanted to post these thoughts to show that within two months we can go from the cathartic depths of the worst pain to the mountains of love that are obscured by mist and seem unobtainable when things go very very bad. I should have put this in the lounge so if somebody can move it please do. G. Edit Thanks Maa I made the Lounge comment before I fully read your post but I will chase up those materials and carefully absorb them. Ha we went to a gig by her friends and it had all the jazz royalty in this town. A guy I did not know, took me aside and said very nicely: "Are you with her? Now you know you are a lucky man". I know this so well it nearly aches.