Sunday, March 20, 2011

Sweet Peas

He bought me a bouquet of sweet peas, "they were Grandpa's favorite."
The next day, his cancer was back.
Everything ia about to fall apart all of the time. 

We take it for granted that it won't. When it does, we act shocked and betrayed, but in reality, the blink of an eye can turn friends into enemies, white into stain, security into crisis, faith into disillusion. And the other way 'round.

1 comment:

Kristen said...

love you darling ... he is in my prayers. sending much love and light his way