If this is true. I once was told, you go there when you die.
I want the little stars at night, to be peep holes in the sky.
This means that those already there, are looking down on us.
And when we make our wishes, we’re telling those we love.
So when I die, I want to look; upon the world each night.
And when you wish upon a star, I’ll be the brightest light.
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That’s wonderful, and a wonderful thought! I hope you’re out of harms way now, and your journals will become a memoir for your kids instead.
Absolutely fine now :-) I love writing little things for my kids, like what my fav perfume is or my fav film or song. You just never know…also its great for me to look back on in years to come and see how much my likes have changed.
gosh, that is so moving. so glad you made a good recovery.