Wednesday, July 11, 2012

For that one time

I have a friend of mine fighting cancer. I lost my uncle and my grandma to this disease. I am not sure what end awaits me. Each morning I go out into life expecting to live a hundred. I want to be there for generations, forever. I plan to give it a fair try, one hundred is not a far cry! Someday I wish I could grow wings and fly.

1 comment:

  1. Words are your wings... You do fly! Keep soaring.

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