I am a 65 year old female. I love life and some times it loves me back. I have been told that I am a woman who loves too much, something I don't understand. In a world where there is so much hate, how can you love too much? I think I have finally learned the answer to my own question
What happens to us when we die? Does anyone really know?
What happens to our loved ones? Where do they really go?
I want to believe what I was told and believe what I think I feel.
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I've come back, but I'm not sure why.
Just thought I'd give it a try.
It won't be as it was before.
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January 3rd. was the day you died.
How I wish I could have cried!
My heart was broken that day it's true.
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My achy breaky heart is broken once again.
I recognize the feeling as I run for my pen.
Once again I try to hide deep within my mind.
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