Last night I went to dinner with one who is fast becoming a respected and dear friend. I talked more than I ate which I fully expected, only because my heart and soul told me prior to our meeting it would develop this way. We sat on the water front and watched people and one another as we searched for answers within ourselves. Answers that provide me with that medical hope I live by, the will to fight forward as I watch the deterioration of my physical being deteriorate.

The restaurant was Salvadorian, my friend a Catholic priest and the service due to the religious undertones of the Salvadorian people only added to what was, in all aspects, a more than perfect meeting.

This morning I awake slightly tired, but full of spiritual energy that needs to be channeled and will assist me through what I am assuming to be a profound day in many ways, even when the skies decide to open and dump inches of water as they did the night before last and part of the memory I have called yesterday.