Journal

I'm on the run...my fella has been sick..

I think I need to wear a hasmat suit to

play with my younger grandsons...That

way Grandpa don't get small Kid bugs...

from the small KIDS...Other than that

things don't change much...the weather

is warmer...but still have much snow...

Enough to patch Hell about three acres

if you spread it thin....For all them folks

who want ice water...what torment that

would be...The neighborhood is full of

dogs....and my yard is just so tempting...

Hugs

Laurel

I would send an eveloping ray of mother's love

with all young men who are in a war ...

If I could...I would send reassurance to all mothers out there....Who's sons are not home safe and sound...

If I could....I would send ....an end to this and NO new beginnings....

If I only could.....

Hay isn't this what we all do with fibro,

and other auto immune illness...That should

be our theme song...The impossible dream

being a pain free day...the invisable foe being

our illness...But, I ain't givin' up!...I'll go on tilting at windmills as long as MY HP lets me...

     This is the day after Thanksgiving...I'm more tired than usual...and brother cooked turkey...the festivities were at sons house...and I mostly enjoyed everyone, kids and grandkids....I hope your day was as great as mine...I had a little pain...nothing I could not ignore with a pain pill....a sip of wine and good loving fellowship....For one more year I have my FELLA...after Cancer and cysts in lungs...some 27 years ago they gave me five years with him....I guess my friend was right...IT"S  NOT stamped on his BUM any where he will only live five years....I watch him struggle just a little more each year...His courage gives me strength to hold us both up...

Blessings....May you always LOVE thyself!

Hugs

Sisterhood