Saturday, May 28, 2011
asting love - I missed the boat on this one but I do have three beautiful grandchildren and they are the joy of my life. I will miss them dearly when they leave this fall but life is full of bitter sweet.
Why is it that as we age, we lose some of those youthful dreams? Do we lose hope that it can never be or grow in other directions? Do we get so busy and caught up in making a living that dreams slowly fall into oblivion never to return. Do we change our dreams to new ones and forget the old ones?
Perhaps, love is like a tree - if you take care of it, it will last and last but sometimes, a lightening bolt will shear it in half.