I'm nearly 52, and at Dad's house, belongings I couldvoavk into my truck and haul home still abound. I don't want to make a full exit, and in sure Dad, as mom didn't want me to either, so hmmm, odd but interesting things of my past to comfort me and keep my room comfortable. The space comfortable. We, an aging family fast, want a home that represents love and a happy nest, and no need for a full retreat anyhow, yet still, at my own age, possessions must be now quickly shed. I know now how ive done what I use to easily do. I don't have the same desires. I already know the easier way coming, and ive fought against it hardcore, even though many would think not perhaps. I've been a warrior against disease that will have me eventually, but never today, and thus far I have survived over odds for many days, it will only win one, again, eventually, not today.
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