Waiting for God

[Bob Clay]

I suppose it's a cliché, made so by countless books, films and TV programs, men always have to be cornered before they say 'I love you.'

 

Personally I couldn't help it, I said those words to her all the time, I sometimes worried if she'd get tired of it, but she never did, she always believed me because I always meant it.

 

There's talk of soul mates, I believe it .. it's as if you are hard wired to be with some particular individual, as if just being in the same room with her makes you happy, as if every time you look at her, you know the world is at right, I can't really explain it .. it just is.

 

So there I was, all set for the perfect life because she was the only one  that could make it perfect, but then some fucking cancer cell popped out of somewhere and I watched as she wasted away and disappeared.

 

It was like having your spine ripped out ... only worse, much worse.

 

So here I am on a large ethereal white battlefield waiting for God whom I have challenged to a fight to the death, and make no mistake I am going to kill him, supreme being or otherwise,  he's meat:  COME ON BASTARD, BRING IT ON.

[Angela]

Faved.

[Kristine_ES]

believe it, meant it, hard wired, no matter what awful chaos humanity throws at us... it's not for nothing...

she loves, you love, and that's all we ever need know.

[Teresa]

This resonates with me.  I've been writing lately about this very thing, or at least scribbling for hours trying to get to some kind of understanding.  I don't think there's enough paper in the world. 

[Mike Handley]

Perfectly rendered, Bob. Been there, though I didn't have the oomph for a High Noon. I'm sorry for your loss, and I'm rooting for you in this fight.