crosses
my grandfather died last july 31 at the age of 94. he was actually wishing for it… too tired he said…but that did not prevent us, his family, from mourning…unfortunately my dad could not go home so i represented his part of the family…
there has been so many changes in my life lately…the last five years had been jam-packed.
we all have our crosses to bear…
at least women can whine about it…
its almost september…
*sigh*
just enjoying every breath i take while im still here in naga city… still confused…wanting to stay here.wanting to go.to dominica.moving again.life is really a series of goodbyes.when you were a child they don’t matter that much.too oblivious to what’s been going on.i envy children for their innocence.i worry about them because growing up hurts.anyway i worry about everything.some say it kills the joy out of everything.for me it is an airbag.when the collision happens i am prepared, not one hundred percent, but not taken by the feet and slammed around
