I had an amazing feeling when I finally held the tape in my hand. I just thought to myself that in the palm of my hand, there was this one tape that had all of these memories and feelings and great joy and sadness. Right there in the palm of my hand. And I thought about hoe many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean. I think it would be great to have written one of those songs. I bet if I wrote one of them, I would be very proud. I hope the people who wrote those songs are happy. I hope that they feel it’s enough. I really do because they’ve made me happy. And I’m only one person.
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I am most angry at time. There is never enough of it no matter how long you get. There are things you are always going to wish you had done, things you wanted to say, and people you wanted to love. No time to grow up but enough time to realize you’re old. She wasn’t granted long enough and I don’t think I’ll get over that fact. She had enough time to inspire and to love so many and to show people hoe to live and how to accept things thrown your way, and how you deal with those things. Yet still I cannot grasp the idea that she is gone and why it was such little time and why it had to hurt so much. Why did she have to suffer so much to only die? But in death I know that she became an angel and is literally running through it. She is finally healed. I guess that’s something that wasn’t or couldn’t happen on Earth and so I guess our prayers came through then.
I like how we have the power of free speech and our own opinion until it disagrees with someone else’s view. and then suddenly its really wrong to eat a chicken sandwich….that makes sense.