So, here I am forty years old. I really don’t feel any different than I did when I was 14,16,19,22…I am just getting more tired, ragged and my clothes don’t fit the way I’d like.
I recently lost my mother, her husband, an uncle, two wonderful friends, and four aquaintences and I am overwhelmed by the losses in my life. Every page of my phone book has an expired number and it’s only a few years old!
What to do with all of these feelings? What does it all mean? It doesn’t matter what you do in life, how well or how bad…when the time comes…you will die too.