Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain!
Sunday, August 13, 2006
The ghosts of the past come upon me, Bringing thoughts of those who once loved me, Their smiles and voices resonate in my head Bringing warm thoughts and feelings into my heart. Awoken now, the visions fading.... My heart yearning to hold onto the feelings That arise when "they" visit me in my dreams.... They were taken away from me.....too young, One, too early, before I had a chance To grow up and show what kind of person I've become The other...still too early, before I had a chance to make amends. Dad and Bill, my brother.........wish we could rewind the movie. Peace