My dad and I have dinner every other week- just me and him. It is fun and we get to talk about stuff. Well, last night we were eating pizza at this little place in Sanger. Good Pizza. We were eating upstairs when this lady came up that my dad knew- her name was Josie. Well, he told me all her life she raised kids that weren't her own- about 8 in total! But, she never got married. Finally, after she had already reached the age of proably 37-39 she met a man, fell in love with him and planned a big wedding. Unfortunately, 2 weeks before the wedding he dropped dead. It wasn't a heart attack, he just died, you know one of those freak accidents.

So, I have heard it is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all, but I don't know about that. When I have loved and lost there is a piece of me that is gone forever. And that piece, that void, can sometimes cause more hurt than I ever felt before. I think sometimes I would rather not know what that feeling is.