It is worth repeating.
Once upon a time my parents died. I was 16 years old. I learned that life is short and beautiful and that you have to make the decision to live and love abundantly.
And with the birth of our children the love poured out and life was full of life and love.
And then our sister got sick and I reminded myself that life is short and beautiful and that I have to make the decision again to live and love abundantly.
And yesterday came the phone call, a little boy is on the way.... a little boy to love. and suffering and joy lived side by side in my heart and I knew that the only way to live is to love and live abundantly because life is short and beautiful.
I miss you sweet sister.
Love,
Donna
