Life is like a rose. The thorns along the stem are the bumps life gives you as you gain wisdom. Eventually you will smell the rose.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
An 8 year old
Someone asked me, "How is he?". I said "He died." I was asked, "How, why?" I said, "I have my ideas but I do not know how or why." I miss him. He was the 11th, it just isn't right.
I am married 32 years to Steve, and have 3 children, Kim 29, Timmy 28, and Diane 26. I will be starting my 22 year as an Instructional Asst. for Special Education.
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