posted on Nov, 27 2018 @ 01:11 PM
I am bed-ridden. A shell of my former self. A wasted individual, shriveled and sunken. I think all together, I may have lost 2 or even 3 pounds in
my battle with. . . . .
My dear sweet wife, she is so strong, is tending to me in my final hours on this earthly plane. The children at my bedside while I utter what may be
my last words. . . . .
This is a battle where only the strongest will survive. I can only hope that I have the strength, but I fear for the worse. I now have a sinus
issue. My nose. . . .my nose is running.
And I have a cough.
Pray for me as I fight the most epic cosmic battle ever fought.
Pray for me. . . . . .
edit on 27-11-2018 by DBCowboy because: (no reason given)