Now he is transported into that everlasting night.
The lies and hurts still haunt me.
Connected by sons, I grieve what was, what almost was, what could have been. What never will be.
There still resides in me that spark of joy and love that once was us.
Eileen finds truth sometimes gets in the way of imaginative fiction, but finds peace in putting feelings into words, words into stories, and stories into the hearts of others.