Whilst stopping for a coffee break ... I am thankful for these gifts from the past you were never able to give in that time ... The thought was still there buried under your traumas ...
I faced sone areas I had been avoiding. Consequently I had some more pleasant surprise to lift my mood ... I am so determined to move back to a home I once had ... In therapy it was suggested to adapt to now ... No thanks ... Just painting the entrance back to some of my touch back on this place makes all the difference on entering a widows home ... I will do it my way ...
I cannot live in a store room or furniture land either ... One arm chair in each of the rooms to sit in all rooms tipi keep aired and have the rooms function as they supposed to be was my aim long ago ... Before Dad was dying ... Priories on life too ...
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