Now I lay in a deliciously squishy, soft bed, hoping my tired, aching body can unclench and go to sleep. I can’t help thinking, what if I had died today. Would anyone care? Many would say nice things, how much I’ve inspired them, how strong I was, that I made thwm feel good about themselves. But would anyone really care? Really miss me?
Thanks for being with me today. I didn’t feel so alone. 🙂