A few months after his parents were divorced, little Johnny passed by his mom's bedroom and saw her rubbing her body and moaning, "I need a man, I need a man!"
Over the next couple of months, he saw her doing this several times.
One day, he came home from school and heard her moaning. When he peeked into her bedroom, he saw a man on top of her.
Little Johnny ran into his room, took off his clothes, threw himself on his bed, started stroking himself, and moaning, "Ohh, I need a bike! I need a bike!"
Hi Lorraine I feel your grief over the sudden passing of your friend and also your feelings of consolation . You're right about perspective, life can appear fragile
In the grand scheme of things I know already that what is needed is here already in a world full of the love of people like you and your friends daughter.
RE: I Miss You
evinces some beautiful thoughts