Monday, October 10, 2011

life

1 comment:

Spadoman said...

My God batmo... I was sitting here listening to this beautiful song. My youngest Grand daughter came down to my room and stood beside me. I listened to the words and told her that when she sees me writing here at my desk everyday that i am writing about my life and that some day she will have these stories to tell her children. I started to cry, then she saw me and cried a little too. Not that screaching little kid i need attention or i didn't get what i wanted cry, but a whimper, knowing that I am much older and closer to the end of my life than she is to hers. She told me that she will read the stories when she learns how to read. She is 4 years old.
Thanks friend. It is a good day to be alive this moment.

peace