One moment I'm fine ( when painting or absorbed in a book *If I can), the next I'm bursting into tears.
I'm quiet because I am so angry.
I am so drained. I miss Jim.
I'm worried about Elly.
You have no idea until you are in someone shoes.
I am thankful for the distraction of roses and others.
I do not want to speak when my heart fells such hatred.
I hate Golf.
Prayers are always appreciated.