Strawberry Fields Forever

No one I think is in my tree
I mean it must be high or low
That is you can't, you know, tune in, but it's alright
That is I think it's not too bad

Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me

Always, no sometimes, think it's me
But you know I know when it's a dream
I think I know, I mean a "yes" but it's all wrong
That is I think I disagree
Let me take you down, cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever....

Beatles (Love version, minus some of the chorus)


You know when you hear a song, and it just makes sense for where you are........
With so much pain and loneliness from this disease, there is also this place of magic and a specialness that only Lily and I share. Without words we speak to each other. When our foreheads touch, and we both close our eyes...we understand each other, and we do it without words. I can look at Lily and just think "I love you" and she understands and returns the sparkle. Love knows no boundaries. It requires no words. And at the same time, I feel as though the pain is mine to hold. This blog has become something of a catharsis for me. I'm a very private person, and yet, here I am, telling you that the suffering of this disease is primal, and it shreds me. But I also have this amazing magical relationship with my daughter that cannot be reproduced. It lives in our souls. With every blessing, there is a curse. With every hero, a villain. With every obstacle, a new view. It's amazing, this life, and yet it is maddening as hell. Yeah, in the end, no one I think is in my tree. As no one is in yours, but we have Strawberry Fields together.