There's a ghost in the house

 A Love that cannot be rekindled

Too many memories to count

Since my wife of 38 years passed away in January, 2025, several ladies have asked if I would be interested in a romance. How many were genuine, I have no idea.

I have to tell them I am not interested, it is too close to my wife's death, and her love was the love of my life, to consider another romance would not be fair to the lady.

Lana Pawcel

Before going further, I should explain the identity of the writer, Lana Pawcel.

Years ago, I was connected to a chidren's charity, so to keep my outside writing seperate I used pen names, one was Lana Pawcel.There is a funny story behind the name. One writer in the USA, who I had been chatting to for months, asked was I male, or female?

As I no longer have a reputation, or other connections to consider, if I write I use my name. 

My first short story, unpublished, was written for three ladies I knew who liked my work. This story was a comedy, the story was about a writer who wished to be read, yet retain his identity. Like Lana Pawcel, the name was an anagram of mine - Ecalpnala.