My Father I did not weep when my father died. The pain and heartache,held inside. There were no teardrops from my eyes. but my soul was screaming to the skies. Mourners gathered,offering sympathy, for one who meant so much to me. I sat and watched this sad parade, that family and friends to the coffin made. I focused on that precious man, who consoled,and inspired as no other can. I could not fathom,that from now on, my beloved father was forever gone.

The Heart ”It’s impossible” said pride. “It’s risky” said experience. “It’s pointless” said reason. “Give it a try” whispered the heart

#life Is A Ride Worth Riding #life isn’t a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, latte in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming ‘Woohoo WHAT A RIDE’!

Faith we are, each of us angels with only one wing, and we can fly only by embracing each other