(This is a picture of a rose that blooms every winter in my front yard. My father planted this MANY years ago. It helps me to remember that I am loved in so many ways.)
THANK YOU! Thank you to ALL who have sat alongside me on this roller coaster ride called LIFE.
THANK YOU! Thank you to my precious Marta who believed in my ability to intelligently put thoughts on paper that other people, having not a clue of my existence, could relate to.
THANK YOU! Thank you to my immediate family who listed to my stories, emotional raves, and simple expressions without judgement but gave HONEST critiques in a loving way.
THANK YOU! Thank you to ALL of the other writers of this AMAZING GROUP of LANGUAGE ARTISTS. Each week you paint on a canvas words that create timeless literary portraits that sometimes reach beyond the soul.
THANK YOU! Thank you for allowing me to have my say. (Tearing up now)
In a really intense football game, sometimes tackles can come out of nowhere, hitting you, leaving injuries that become more noticeable over time. Well, I have been hit by that sneaky player that attacks the memory. Oh, I’m not going quietly into the night. If allowed, I hope to share a thought every now and them so that the WriteAddiction family and our readers won’t forget about me.
THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU ALL! Especially Marta.
Continue to have FABULOUS FUNKADELIC FRIDAYS!!!