Chapter Two — Paradise Lost

In the summer of 2024, Matthew's heart began to give out.

Congestive heart failure, the doctors said — and then a word heavier than any stone he had ever lifted: hospice. Hospice is where you go to die with comfort. He went. And dying, he learned, can take forever.

The morphine came in waves. It dulled the pain and stole the hours, and some days he could not tell whether he was fighting the illness or fighting the fog. A living hell of dying forever: the body failing by inches, the mind still strong, watching it happen.

Everyone who has read Milton knows how paradise is lost. Not all at once. By degrees. By an enemy you cannot see.

But here is what the doctors did not write in the chart: the man in the hospice bed did not die.

He lived.

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Help Matt Get Home — Chapter One: The House of Stone

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Chapter One — The House of Stone

Before the hospital, there was a house of stone — and Matthew Bugno built it with his own hands.

Stone by stone he raised walls meant to outlast him. On his farm the days were full: gardens, animals, a table with room always for one more. If you were hungry, he cooked. If you carried a burden, he carried it with you. He mentored the young, listened to the old, and asked nothing back.

In 2007 he walked his daughter Elisabeth down the aisle, a father's whole heart on his arm.

The rooms held music — the great masters, light and shadow moving over stone. Not a rich man's life. A full one.

A hobbit at home: kettle on, door open to any who knocked.

Then, in the summer of 2024, his heart began to fail.

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Delhi I think

As Marsha Lee and I wandered about in our tour car, I was snapping away at EVERYTHING. I figured something would be a good snap. I think I know not what this photo was of.

Can you help me remember? I so enjoyed our little trip to India. India Gate War Memorial Delhi?

A garland of Languages of India an amalgamation of the diversified traditions gracefully presented with novelty!

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My little grand daughter Ayla.


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Tawney Boy

Tawney Boy. AKA Big Blue

Tawney Boy

By matt
Monday, March 24, 2003

I miss him alot. You should have seen how this cat could attack me! I mean out of fun and play of course. He really was quite a buddy till things went wrong.

Good Morning. Well I just got up late. 7am for me since I am usally up at 5 am. I was thinking about my poor kitty that had to be put to sleep due to kidney failure

, This boy came from Angels for Animals, He was a great cat. Never played but liked to attack my ankles and legs while chasing me thru the house. I am a little scared to get another since the Vet is not too sure why he went into kidney failure. My daughter Rue Anastasia saw him at the Angels for Animals adoption center at the Boardman, Oh PetSmart store. The reason my wife and Rue adopted him is because he was the same as a 19 year old cat named Tawn that I had from 1975 on. You figure the math. Any way I miss him.

Matthew E. is the author, Firmly believing that the perfection of the heaven's and god's graces live only within him. And he is not the least bit conceited even with this blessing.