02/21/2021
September 28th, 2020 I lost the love of my life. And found that mourning is unique to all of us and that it the beginning of a journey into being new. But before I get into those thoughts. Joyce Hifler writes these following words. "Through April may bring you a shower or a flower___a rainbow of every hue___through the sun may touch your nose or toes___happiness depends on you___Love may come with a flair or with care____a whistle a tune in your ear___And whether the sound of joy or annoy___depends upon how you hear___Life waits for no one, nor hurries away__It's there for the choosing, you see....
September 28th, 2020 I lost the love of my life. And found that mourning is unique to all of us and that it the beginning of a journey into being new. But before I get into those thoughts. Joyce Hi…