August 25, 2008 – Izzy and Warren have bonded on the edge of life, and so have I with the families of the hospice patients we have visited. These are among the strongest bonds I have formed in life, and the most trusting and accepting. Beyond words, really. No matter how much times passes, when we meet we are connected.
  I see that we will never forget one another, and the experience we have shared bounds us to one another in a place on the edge of life, beyond conventional ideas of trust and friendship.
   These people have trusted me, trusted Izzy, let us into their homes and loves and shared what is perhaps life’s most intimate moment – death.
  Warren looks good, more comfortable. He says he has turned a corner, is doing better. He wouldn’t tell me, I don’t think, if he wasn’t.
  It is good to see him more at ease. I share my life with him, and he shares mine, in what is now a potent ritual of trust and affection. We are comfortable with one another, in ways I have rarely found in my life. Warren says he still talks to Helen every day. She is still, he says, his shining star.