First, I am truly sorry that this genius was so troubled that he believed he needed to end his life. One of the truly amazing humans on the planet didn't make it through a bout of depression. God speed and thanks so much for being you.
Love. I think that the "little spark of madness" is what has helped me in my life. Certainly, the lack of blood flow to my brain has never served me well, I assure you. Finally, getting past the attractions, the desires, the OMG moments, and really falling in love with someone, my wife, Eileen, came late but, happily, before I died. It's an amazing feeling all in its own right, but it does mess with my life. When I was single, being "in love" wasn't really in my life. Sure, there were many people who were important to me for many reasons but no one because I truly loved them. Sounds negative, eh? Don't mean it that way. Yes, I love my family, friends, some things I own, some things I've done, but truly love someone? That came later. Thankfully.
The major pain in the ass part? Well, when I was single, living by myself, I handled being by myself quite well, actually. Now, having Eileen in my life and truly being in love with her....when she's gone for a while, like this week...she's at Cascadia, an Irish music camp, on Whidbey Island, WA, along with many of her friends and cohort musicians playing the music she loves. Eileen is teaching Intro to Irish Fiddle there for the second year now. And me? I'm home with the cats doing some male bonding with furballs. And I miss Eileen a lot. I mean, a lot. That didn't happen when I wasn't in love and when I lived by myself. I have all the distractions and interests that I had when living by myself, but now Eileen has entered the picture. When my Mom died, I knew my Dad must be having a hard time, having been married to my Mom for 58 years, but, until I fell in love with Eileen, I really didn't have a clue what not having someone you love around you day to day felt like. And I don't pretend to have any inkling of what my Dad must have felt after 58 years. How terrible that must have been. But, like my Dad, I wouldn't have missed falling in love. Not for a moment. So, whoever made this possible. Thank you...
A tune to exit with...Sam Cooke doing "You Send Me". One of my oldies but goodies from way back when.