Weep Not for the Memories is a story that begins on the day Marlena stepped in the front door of her home, expecting to find a quiet sanctuary, only to spy her husband teetering on the brink of death. Had this experience actually happened, and the headaches he was having with the flashes of memory …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 