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For some reason the language is different again on the title. It's beautiful writing, but most people can't read it.
Another Day
Time is passing by so fast. I look back at things, love, my children when they were little and needing my guidance, and now that their mostly adults now they need me in a different way. Or maybe I need them more than they need me. Beverly is always reminding me how much she loves me and how wonderful it is to be a big part of her life. David hasn't reached the comfort zone yet of feeling totally secure with love and life. Lee is only fifteen, time hasn't yet set in with him feeling anything other than peer preasure and hormones, and sports. His school grades are normally very good. The past year he had a hard time with his first year of high school, and fitting in with the sports program. His grades could have been better. Stephanie seems pretty happy, married with children and working a stable job at a bank. I don't get to see her as much as I'd like but we have a closeness that's special. Marie is thirty two now and is living six hundred miles away, and we don't talk as much as we use to. There's a wall up that she won't take down. I won't go into it now, another day.
My granddauaghters are beautiful. Mariah and Cierra. This year they will both be twelve.
Therapy in writing. Thats what I'll call it.