Although love could grow in times of peace it tempered in battle. Daddy told me once - when Id said something about how perfect his relationship with Mom was - that I should have seen the first five years of their marriage that theyd fought like hellions crashed into each other like two giant stones. That eventually theyd eroded each other into the perfect fit become a single wall nestled into each others curves and hollows her strengths chinking his weaknesses her weaknesses reinforced by his strengths.

The deleriums of fever and the recollections of dreams rise out of the remote past what the waking and the healthy seem to have forgotten the sleeping and the sick remember.