Saturday, June 27, 2020

Am I awake this time? I saw Wes but that can't be right he is dead. He was here, I know he was. It has to be this infernal coughing. At times I can hardly breathe and how did it turn off so chilly? It is June. It should not feel like it is March. It was nice for Wes to stop in and have a chat with me. I have not seen my brother since he deployed months ago. I hope the others did not see him. He needs to see Cassy and Danny. Funny thing though, isn't he dead? Well, maybe they were wrong. He did seem alright and talkative to me. Dead people don't talk.

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Time is becoming fluid, a slow molasses that is creeping by as I lay here waiting for conversation. It has been hard to eat and most of the time I cough. I tried to eat but I can't so I gave it to my Dad. He came by too. I don't know how he found us but it was nice of him to stop by. I hope these visits continue. I don't know how much longer I can write. My head just is not what it used to be. Too much uncertainty.