I just wanted to let everyone know what's going on. First, I wanted to thank everyone who has reached out to me these past few weeks. My GP, my Neuro doctor and my therapist feel that I'm doing remarkably well considering I'm in the midst of a new wave of flashbacks. I'm sad and scared, since everything is like it's happening now. I find myself coping much better; my wife can attest to that. But it's still frightening and overwhelmingly sad. Notes from friends have helped tremendously, and I've likely received more *hugs* than at any time in my life.

After a change in medication, I'm no longer establishing new and abrupt relationships with doors and furniture, and I'm not falling down. But tremors and shrugs are back with a vengeance, and it's really hard on the family, watching me go through this. My wife especially keeps on loving me with hugs, "I love you" is our moment to moment exchange, and she tells me every day how sorry she is that I have to go through that.

Ironically, she was just watching Golden Girls in the living room, and the episode is about the funeral for Dorothy's cross-dressing brother. Rose has just asked his widow if he was a good husband, a good provider, a good father. Sophia asks what she did...what she said to make him that way. His widow Angela simply says, "What he was, Sophia, was a good man." I hope someday I hear that...I can't say how much it hurts inside. The episode ends up with Sophia just saying "I miss my boy..." My wife just yelled to me, "Did you hear that...that was sweet." And I sit at this keyboard, biting my tongue to keep from crying. Maybe someday... All my love, 'drea