There are people who come into our lives as welcome as a cool breeze in summer- and last about as long.
Sometimes its not the strength but gentleness that cracks the hardest shells.
It is in the dark times that the light of friendship shines brightest.
(The Walk - Chapter 19, Page 122
It's been said that parents should give their children roots and wings. That was a perfect description of my parents. Even in a wheelchair, my father was a dreamer with his head in the clouds and my mother was the roots with both feet planted firmly on terra quaking firma.
I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely. How appropriate that I write this to myself.