I love my husband. He loves me. We are afraid that someday some accident or illness will part us forever. This last week I spent in the hospital and I actually was fearful of dieing. My hubby was afraid too.
I am improving, too slowly, but I will get there. As a result, we booked another cruise, this one to the South Pacific. Don't wait, my Mom said before she died. So we are not.
Fear rules the world. Guilt kills. Love does not conquer all, but it makes life's horrors bearable.
I am not going to put off so much stuff anymore.
I love my life. I am lucky, so, so, lucky.
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