well what shall I call my next book?

well what shall I call my next book?

Now that 18 New Views has landed, the next one will be started

My daughter was surprised that I'd done so many

27 Dresses was a great film so she said write 27 books

So nine more to reach the target.

4.5 years it should take at current speed

Then I can die happy, though I hope to live as long as I can.

The pain monster is attacking my chest today, it decides when and where on my body

to attack. Then my Tinnitus keeps me awake.

My mother used to say, say the Rosary if you cannot sleep. So I've been doing that, maybe Tinnitus

is God's way of getting me to pray more. Yes, other Faiths are  available.

You can even buy Rosary beads on Amazon, under Fashion, which is so sad...

The first story in the 19th book will feature Special Services, Navy Seals, SAS and all that, I have a

few ideas in my head. So when my head stops throbbing I'll write it down.

Over in USA you have Memorial Day, with a "bone spur" C in C.

Honorable Men being led by such a man, the History Books will have so much to say.

The Dead and The Living ©

by

Michael Casey

I first saw a deceased when I was nine years old ,my father said not

to worry as the dead are the same as the living , only the laughter

has left them , the sparkle has gone from their eyes , the worry has

been lifted from their shoulders , and their voice has vanished to

eternity .

In paradise the sparkle will return for it is the twinkle of the

stars , the laughter will return too for it is the morning breeze and

the turning tides are their sides shaking with laughter .

I treat the deceased with the same courtesy as I give to the living ,

though I find the deceased are always more polite . My father also

had a few words to say about the living .

He said that the living are only the caretakers of the soul , yet

they think their existence is everything , that they know everything

because they experience many things with their senses .

What the living don't acknowledge is that their time is short and

when I lay their bodies to rest then their souls continue without

them, without their strong , without their weak , without their

beautiful or even ugly temporary form , to where I cannot say , only

that it is a better place .

Percy the undertaker placed the lid on the coffin ,the soul was free

THE BEGINNING