My mother has brain cancer. And you know what? I feel like everything is going to be okay. And yes, okay no matter what happens – no matter how long she is on this dirty globe with her lovely light – but I feel like she will be here long. I feel like this world isn’t ready to let her go and so… we won’t. But also? This is crap. And I’m not shaking fists at Heaven, but God and I are shaking fists at Hell. There is some fury here where we stare at the dark spots invading this person so full of everything Light. When someone cuts in…
A fundamentalist turned freedom chaser with an obnoxiously stubborn faith.