I live in that room. Lately I am feeling as if I am within a tight space that does not allow me to see the people whom I hold so dear in my heart. So what do we live for if not for that? What good do I do if I miss these people so much every day and most of them are really not that far away from me? I guess it's called melancholy. It is true that some believe that the capacity of heaven and hell is finite and given that we in the end of days there is a possibility of nothingness. Now that would be the epitome of aloneness. I think of people who have gone before me when I hear this song. I truely miss them. Some days it is a phyical ache in the gut when I think that I can only remember their voices and the look of them. I worry about my memory fraying at the edges and not being able to remember the sound of their voices. I also think of Dana and Denise and that I want to be the hand that reaches out to touch them when they pass. Since people talk about their mothers at that time I have a hope for that. Love you both very much. Momma
Red and Jonny are 2 artists who are married. They met 9 years ago at a local pub and dance club. 9 years passes since they first met. Then the night they first see each other in 9 years, Jonny tells red he has always loved her and asks her to marry him. Red said yes.
They were married Sept 16 2006
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I live in that room. Lately I am feeling as if I am within a tight space that does not allow me to see the people whom I hold so dear in my heart. So what do we live for if not for that? What good do I do if I miss these people so much every day and most of them are really not that far away from me? I guess it's called melancholy.
It is true that some believe that the capacity of heaven and hell is finite and given that we in the end of days there is a possibility of nothingness. Now that would be the epitome of aloneness.
I think of people who have gone before me when I hear this song. I truely miss them. Some days it is a phyical ache in the gut when I think that I can only remember their voices and the look of them. I worry about my memory fraying at the edges and not being able to remember the sound of their voices. I also think of Dana and Denise and that I want to be the hand that reaches out to touch them when they pass. Since people talk about their mothers at that time I have a hope for that.
Love you both very much.
Momma
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