I imagined how steep the cave of sadness and emptiness had become for the family of that man. This life is really a madness. 4.30 pm. Would never remain the same. Again. Life gives me a hundred and I intend to be grateful for every piece of it.
Seven Tees. A week long. Sundays included. The choir and the cross. We sang and clapped on the bus. I usually joined them once a month. Others were just my headphones or just muffs. This Sunday was my best, my birthday was in two days and ‘the boys’ promised a bash.