Sandra Dee is making me crazy — she is so worried about our family she doesn’t know what to do. Hmm, she is in Florida…life is a bit easier. I’m writing again from the laughing library — it is a party here on a rainy Saturday. This effort to write is proving harder than I though….my doctor wanted me to write to ease my anxiety and I find the more I write the more anxious I become. The truth hurts.
If only Sandra Dee and Prepster were involved….life could be happy again. I’ll eventually get to the truth. All I want is to help my parents in the later years of their lives …why is it so hard? I should get friendly with the woman next to me at the library — she is checking her investments.
Life isn’t a business…it is a process…something we discover later in life. The people that make it all about money make me sad. Once I survived cancer life wasn’t the same — I just wanted to help people….paying it forward isn’t always so easy. I see our war veterans….young children affected by cancer….Sandy victims….where do we begin to help?
I’m going to begin at home and then charter myself out. Wow…Mother’s Day tomorrow….Yeah! My mom is always teaching and I’m always learning. Yes, the truth will come soon.