Bo Robert and Steve

Two of the nicest people I have met in the blogosphere. Bo Robert and Steve.
The moment seems to have arrived for them. Bo Robert is facing his last pain and may not be around for much longer.
The love between these two men has been an inspiration for me. Steve has showed so much courage love and compassion for his beautiful man and done all he could to ease the course of this rotten disease. Fighting all the time for the best support for BR.
Even the love of a great man like Steve can not stop a monster like MS.
A great love story is entering its final chapter. (Title is link to their blog)

Happy days...

Three days to our aniversary- I dont believe in marriage: I require neither church or state to sanction what I feel.
Getting hitched made a staement of commitment that mattered more to Herrad but I got the point .
Not every one thought I was such a good choice. Some people thought I was a disaster walking. What they never knew was that no one could love Herrad more.
Loving her is so easy for me and I am so flattered that she chose me.
Life has played cruel little jokes on us but I still reckon I am doing well: I have so much love in my life!
Only what the hell to get for a present?

Not wanting to offend...

Back on the atheism theme. Steve left a comment but no one else. I have had mails from friends agreeing but I know I must have upset some people who read this. I know faith is a personal thing. For me it is a poor substitute for evidence. I prefer an honest "don't know" than a fantasy answer. I do not hold all the teachings of all religon as intrinsicly wrong- just the superstitious parts. Steve has found that parts of his Catholic upbringing have given him strength even though he is not loved by the Catholic church because he is gay. My mother was raised in an ultra-protestant sect and my Dad a Catholic- because of their mixed mariage I have no contact with the Irish side of my family- when I say "mixed mariage" they are both white but my Nan thought my Mum was a proterstant whore with whome my Dad fathered bastards. Foutunately both my parents dropped the God myth when Gods servants on Earth could not accept their love. Despite their rejection of the God stuff parts of Christian thinking were very important to how they raised me- Judge not lest you be judged- Do unto others as you would have them do to you- the Sermon On the Mount rocks! All that stoning of adulteres and bans on oral sex they can shove!
I am not saying you are wrong if you do not believe the same as me- I am saying I think what you believe is in error. If it helps you make sense of this chaos then good luck to you. I would never want to impose my ideas on you but I do reserve the right to comment...

Knackered but getting happier!

I Just wrote something profound and whitty then blogger crashed. I'm too knackered to retrace the tinking. Oh well. Any way I had a good day and now the kitchen is top clean gleaming and hygenic. I hung some prety things up in the bedroom and hung a lamp in the living room. I am getting less depressed with each action. This is me trying to get back on course after realising our time together is limited. I will work to make it a good time.
The nurse was round today and praised my care of the wound. It is already getting less deep and looks clean and less angry. Maybe she can sit up in the spring! I miss going out together very much. I even avoid the market stalls where I know they will ask after Herrad. I hate being asked when I have no good news. Maybe soon I can tell them she will be comming herself again.