I'm starting to realize that I feel secure and happy. Two things I've seldom felt and maybe I've never felt both together.
It's peaceful here, too. Sitting on the deck hearing insects and a couple of dogs barking. A car going my by. No yelling. No loud music or voices. A sky full of stars inside the ring of towering trees around us.
This is the last years of my life. I started journaling when I was 8 years old but almost all of them are lost of destroyed. I still love pen and paper!! But doubt anyone would ever even look at a handwritten journal these days .
I'm leaving this for grandchildren who might someday want to know who Grandma Rhoda was.
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