Whenever i get doomy, my son and I mutter "Y2k all over again". Our lives are in the Hands of God. I spent a good portion of the day feeling paralyzed with dread of my fate in the afterlife. We live on Long Island. Tomorrow i plan to go to my husband's grave with my son. What will be will be.
Whenever i get doomy, my son and I mutter "Y2k all over again". Our lives are in the Hands of God. I spent a good portion of the day feeling paralyzed with dread of my fate in the afterlife. We live on Long Island. Tomorrow i plan to go to my husband's grave with my son. What will be will be.
Yes, what will be, will be. Sorry for your loss.