Most Of All She Loved That When

Time Cannot Be Packaged And Ribboned And Left Under Trees For Christmas Morning.time Can't Be Given.but It Can Be Shared

She Needed To Talk, She Needed To Cry, She Needed To Vent All Her Frustrations And Disappointments.

I Wake Up In The Morning And I Feel Like I’m Missing Something. I Know That There’s Something Not Right, And It Takes Me A While To Remember What It Is . . . Then I Remember. My Best Friend Is Gone. My Only Friend. It Was Silly Of Me To Rely So Much On One Person.

We All Get Lost Once In A While, Sometimes By Choice, Sometimes Due To Forces Beyond Our Control. When We Learn What It Is Our Soul Needs To Learn, The Path Presents Itself. Sometimes We See The Way Out But Wander Further And Deeper Despite Ourselves; The Fear, The Anger Or The Sadness Preventing Us Returning. Sometimes We Prefer To Be Lost And Wandering, Sometimes It's Easier. Sometimes We Find Our Own Way Out. But Regardless, Always, We Are Found.

How Else Do You Think Life Happens? A Series Of Coincidences And Occurrences Have To Happen Somehow. Our Lives All Crash And Collide And You Think There's No Reason Or Rhyme To It? If There Wasn't Any Reason For It All, What Would Be The Point? Why Do You Think Anything Happens At All? There Is An Outcome, Repercussions And Occurrences To Everybody You Meet And Everything You Say.