My Life

Through all the many lessons of my sixty years has been:

   No matter how you plan or prepare for your future. It just isn't sure.

When I was 17 years old I married my sweetheart.  We were so in love, the life we shared was called by some, a "love story", a "fairy tale".  We were married nine and a half years, had two beautiful little boys.  Life was the best, everything was going just the way we planned.  One day he went for a car part I kissed him good-by and told him I loved him.  I never seen him after that.  Well, I seen him through a  blue veil at the funeral home.  He had been killed by a drunk driver.  No matter what I did I couldn't make my home, my life the same for our boys and myself.  I learned that day Life doesn't go on.  For me it did but not for him and my life has never been the same.  We planned to grow old together. I have grown old, he is gone but not forgotten.  A love like ours is stronger than the grave.  Life is a vapor a breath a song. No matter how we plan, for some it is soon gone.