once again....stolen from my wonderful katie!!!
why do we wait until someone dies to speak what we think of them, how we feel? it leaves us with a certain regret that someone special slipped away without ever knowing how much we care for them, or what they REALLY mean to us.
this entry is a living funeral. write whatever you might say at my funeral, or think or feel about me being dead. if you're afraid of what someone might think, sign anonymously. have a living funeral for yourself, too.
why wait until its too late?
this entry is a living funeral. write whatever you might say at my funeral, or think or feel about me being dead. if you're afraid of what someone might think, sign anonymously. have a living funeral for yourself, too.
why wait until its too late?