I believe that my life's gonna to see
the love I give return to me...
Get some rest and we will be here for you when you are ready tomorrow. Maggie has the same idea and is curled up in the bed after a busy day running her little heart out in the back yard. She captured a baby squirrel this afternoon and was tormenting it, but I managed to get it away before the squirrel succumbed. She thought is was just another play toy like her stuffed bunny and was playing just a little too rough.
Hey abbagirl, I have just begun reading your earlier blogs ... very down to earth to the point I can really relate. Just thought you might have wanted to know. Take care!
Abbagirl:Thank you for your post. It does seem our views of death are aligned somewhat. Deep in the recesses of my mind I am always fearful of the permanance of death, and my most recurrent nightmare is that I am seated in some poorly lit, stark, bare place and I continually wittness the last moments of life and the death of each and every person I know, an love, and care about. Each in turn, each in sequence. I wittness and watch their pain as their life leaves them. I am somehow belted to a chair and cannot move, but simply am forced to watch these scenes play again and again like an unendeing reel of film and it is all I watch and sob for eternity.The day after experiencing that nightmare, I am almost non-functional, for I am so utterly spent and exhausted when I awaken.PipeTobacco
Abbagirl, rest some and then eat some cake pls.
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