Die with many memories , not dreams
I dreamt of retiring from my job after 50 years , I made it to
37 with some great memories.
I dreamt of owning my car and driving until I was in my 70s,
but cataracts plus bad eye sight caused me to stop at 60,
That car drove so smooth and to some really great places,
I dreamt of retiring and taking care of my grandson a couple
of times a week . I have some great memories of tummy time,
reading stories and singing songs and dancing for now,
I dreamt of writing a novel , but I have many memories of writing
blogs.
Dreams change, life throws curveballs , keep making those memories .
Memories will get you through/ Keep looking for Hugs, Happiness and
Healthy Living,
hugshappinessandhealthyliving 