I watched a free movie on YouTube yesterday evening titled: "The Patron Saint of Liars". It was an adaptation of a book by the same title written by Ann Patchett. It made me sad because, although the particulars of the lead character's life and my life are / were different, we were cut from the same mold, as the saying goes. Here's a link to the movie, just in case you have an interest:



Thinking about my past takes my breath away. You wrote you're a ghost. I hope you will yet be able to find a pathway back to the land of the living.