"The most important of life's battles is the one we fight daily in the silent chambers of the soul."

Monday, January 18, 2016

Old Farmhouse and Old Memories

I'm going through things my mother put away in the old farm house where I now reside. Things my of deceased grandparents, brother, and father. Now I pick through the carnage of my dead marriage. Haven't had the heart to start and will go through it a little at a time. Putting away pictures, clothes, and memories of a life together. I deal with this by myself. And pick up the pieces by myself. Now I am about to go back and pick through the pieces with tears in my eyes. When I do love, I love deeply. And when I hurt, I hurt deeply.


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