I write as my mother before me wrote. P is here right alongside me in all the joys and sorrows. Today he taught a lesson on prayer. He touched upon his experience during G's treatment. He was overwhelmed with all the emotion that crashed down, being reminded of that time. I don't know his story. I know how things were for me, I wrote it down. I hope P will write down some of his feelings and share his journey with me and the kids. He writes copiously on various message boards. We each have our own way to write. I just love the echo chamber!