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| tcnurse |
Last Online: Today |
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| Location: |
Scottsburg Indiana |
| Zip Code: |
47170 |
| Age: |
56, Gemini |
| Height: |
5 ft. 1 in. |
| Hair, Eyes: |
Light Brown, Hazel |
| Body: |
A few extra pounds |
| Ethnicity: |
White |
| Religion: |
Christian |
| Politics: |
Conservative |
| Education: |
Some College |
| Income: |
Didn't Say |
| Job: |
Healthcare |
| Smoke: |
Don't Smoke |
| Has Kids: |
Yes, over 18 |
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Hello, my... it seems it has been a long journey....a journey to find someone special, a friendship just for me....and in that process, found who God really is, not who I let Him be.
Am learning to let go of the baggage and enjoy what I have.
My best friend in life is my daughter, Pammy. We have been there for each other thru a lot of hardships, so if you don't like closeness between a mother and a daughter, please do not respond.
I live my life so that I can look at myself in the mirror and look my daughter in the eye.
I have learned so much about who I am since William died, not everything I like....but I am getting there. For instance, I am much stronger than I thought I could ever be....and I am learning to stand in the rain.
Even though William died nearly 6 years ago, there are still days that seems like it was just yesterday.....will leave you with this song by George Strait (I know this song is about divorce, not death, but the sentiments are still the same:sorrow, loneliness, anger, courage to start anew).
Winter's Roads
by Ron Carnell
I cannot speak for all who stem
'Long roads less traveled as their way,
Nor question choices made by them
In days long past or nights long dim
by words they spoke and did not say.
Each road is long, though short it seems,
And credence gives each road a name
Of fantasies sun-drenched in beams
Or choices turned to darkened dreams,
To where each road wends just the same.
From North to South, then back again,
I followed birds like all the rest
Escaping nature's snowy den
On roads I've seen and places been,
Forsaking roads that traveled West.
This journey grows now to its end,
As road reflections lined in chrome
Give way to roads with greater bend
And empty signs that still pretend
They point the way to home sweet home.
But all roads lead to where we go
And where we go is where we've been,
So home is just a word we know,
That space in time most apropos
For where we want to be again.
For even home, it seems to me,
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly,
To choose if home is going to be
Another road - or just a place.
If you are one of the following, please pass me by, as I do not have time or the inclination to play head games:
If you are not Christian.
If you are controlling/domineering.
If you feel that a woman cannot have her own life/personality outside of you.
If you feel insecure because she has a male friend(s) and I mean friendship, brotherly love, nothing else.
If you do not want to share in helping others.
If you are high maintenance.
Some of the greatest pleaures in life are the simple things...praying together, holding hands, laughing with loved ones, petting a dog, quiet walks at dusk, ice cream cones, the look in your child's eyes when you make a memory together. Take care and God bless, Thelma.
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