When your time comes, your job will not be sitting front row at your funeral with a snotty tissue and red eyes recalling how hilarious you are, or how kind, or how gentle. It won’t remember that time you got in a car wreck while parked. (True story) Your family will. Your friends will.
MISS WAVES CHRONICLES 
How I wish it was alittle longer….just alittle longer. Very nice piece.
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Thanks dear. The piece is not mine though. I shared it from another blogger. I just loved it so much.
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