Sunday, March 23, 2014
Wherever the wheel turns, I'll go. Just an hour or so.
As I wandered, time and distance passed quietly by. Before I knew it, more than two hours passed.
Last Sunday, she passed away. Gone, light as the wings of a butterfly, leaving a heavily-burdened life behind, where luxuries were just simple pleasures. I wish I was there, just one more time, but I wasn't. I've said goodbye several times, I wish I was there to say it just one more time. Goodbye.