god'swife23 Jan 2003

How bittersweet. Death is the seventh veil. We make so much up and add too much importance to it. The dead laugh at us, or so I've read. I'm so sorry I have to go, my son doesn't have a single pair of clean underwear and the washers on the blink. My father died 8 years ago, and i'm barely now able to approach him. He comes for tea, sleeps in my bed. He is a comfort and all the things he couldn't be while existing in this tragic realm. Talk with you later I hope. Kisses on your forehead.