I just stopped to say, “I love you.” You are my new magnificent(if I dare say w/out giving you a third head to carry) youngling, bold writer, new friend. You are so complicated, which is what we ALL effinA bloody are. We were meant to find one another. I am a survivor of suicide. My father tried when were mere younglings. He is 81 years young now. It was our unspoken shame. Taboo, you don’t speak of such things because it will bring shame upon you. Someday I hope to write about that as boldly as have you. Please keep me posted. I will be interested in your book. Glad we met. 🕊 my good man.