Thanks to a friend for reminding me of this one thing I wanted to blog about.

Digression: throughout the day, I have ideas for blog entries, but forget them by the time I sit down to write. I'm glad when somehow they arise from the mists and I am at a place to utilize them.

My father-in-law's brother's wife is in a bad way. She has cancer (blogged about that before) but it's gone way south. She has lesions on her brain and her bone mass from the treatments has gone so low she broke her jaw eating some bread. I don't know if it's a full break or a fissure, but I'm sure it's not fun.

SpouseKitty and I talk often about these "wintering years" as if our lives undergo seasons from spring to winter. By that analogy, I've just ended summer and am entering autumn.

For my FiL's SiL, I can make no wishes of my own accord. I can only hope that whatever she wishes for, it happens and soon. I don't know what she wishes for, but I don't want her to suffer.

For me, I'm an author. Or I pretend to be. That means I traffic not just in words, but in ideas, at times impractical or even impossible. Were I in my FiL's SiL's straits, her's my wish.

I want to know how Kitten turns out. Good or bad or even horrifically ugly, I want to know how her life goes, the segment a premature passing denies me. Of course I wish her life to turn out well, that she never need know fear or pain. However, were I on my deathbed, I would want to know the truth more.

I would want to know the same for my friends online and in real life (you guys first because, frankly, there's more of you.) Actually, it's in no particular order because I also want to know the rest of SpouseKitty's life, and probably before friends.

That's basically it. Ye olde 'telescope ending' from movies. The movie ends, but we get a glimpse, a summary of what happens to those people we've come to care for during the short time we had to view the film.

Then the screen goes dark. That's what I want, including the dark.