We all dance

[hellostr8edge]

Lastnight I had a dream that Mrs. Jones was in my basement. She had on my bridesmaid dress on, and high heals. She was dancing around and acting goofy. Pretty much the Mrs. Jones we're used to. But the reality is is that she is sitting in a hospital bed right now, very ill with cancer. My mom came into my room this morning upset, they're can't operate on Mrs. Jones cause it's to far along. So now they are going to give her some experimental drugs or something. I just want to cry when I think about it. I mean Mrs. Jone? Why do all the good people in MY life have to leave so soon. And why all this year? Why is this the year of bad news? I just hope her sons come home and are there for her. They haven't been the best of people to her, always asking for something or always making her do things for them. And he did it, she never wanted to lose another son. Her eldest son had commited suicide the summer he graduated from high school. She was always trying to make them happy, and sometimes never making herself happy. That's where my mom, the angel, came in. They were always laughing and hanging out outside in the summer time on our swing, or in this 3 feet deep blow up pool, that we all thought was the best. They're buddies, and Mrs. Jones is one of the best neighbors and friends this family could every have. And once again, unless there is some miracal, she will be taken away from us. Just like Chelsea was taken from me. This is the summer of bad news, and is overflowing into fall.

I'm down again....and I don't know how this is going to end.

Ex,oh,ex,oh