From time to time I'll look back through the personal journals I've scribbled in throughout my life the keepers of my raw thoughts and emotions. The words poured forth after my dad died when I went through a divorce and after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. There are so many what-ifs scribbled on those pages.
No jealousy their dawn of love overcast nor blasted were their wedded days with strife each season looked delightful as it past to the fond husband and the faithful wife.
