The older I get the more people I love dearly are getting sick or deathly ill. I know where we all will go, but this is so sad and makes my tummy hurt. I am hearing stories about these loved ones and all the love they have had for me when I was younger. I didn't know how much I was loved by each of these different people. Makes me appreciate everyone I meet and to try to remember every detail about how we met much more. I know how much I loved them and how much I would do for each of them, but when they get to telling me how much they love me; I am feeling blessed.
I am going to miss my loved ones that I am talking about, but who wouldn't..you made me who I am :)
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