Happy Friday. This is the second time I am writing in this journal today. The first time I lost everything. How I hate when that happens. But here is what I have to say today. I have been reflecting on what life has offered me over the years. Today I am living life to the fullest. And how many times have I said that to break down into tears. I really can't explain why that happens. But sometimes we just have to cry. And I have learned that crying is ok. My life is a painting. Reflecting on this painting. I see many colors. Each stroke of the brush, represents something I have been through. I look at the section of art that represents me and Harry. So many different colors, so carefully designed. For good times and bad they are beautiful represented. Harry was husband. The only man who truely cared about me. I look at the others and see small strokes, not touching. But with Harry they are touching, overlapping, a little bit three dimensial. Harry loved me and watch over me. His injury caused us a life we never thought we would have. But we did have it he was alive. He didn't die that day. He just became handicapped. And it was something that would change me and something that would change him. But that is so clear in the painting we were in love. When it all ended I was left alone, and never realizing that this really was real.The Painting isn't finished. Because the Painter is GOD. he is carefully designing this masterpiece. And although we can sell the painting, it is so rich so full of life. It shows the emotional roller coaster life really is. With each new experience GOd is stroking the brush to reveal the beauty of the stiuation. And although when I am going through those trials, I don't see the beauty. I know there is HOPE that I it will be beautiful when it is done. So as my master paints my life, I pray I am open and ready for the next design the next stroke of the brush.so here is to Friday. may it be a great experience,