My life, that prepares me, for my own death.

The hope, to be allowed to die during sleep, going to bed on an evening and don’t wake up the other morning … without fear, anger, regret, as I try to end any of my days.

It was so nice to hear from my daughter today, that she not followed an invitation from a friend, instead staying with me for a shortened weekend.

I do love my girls so much and I’m proud of both of them, hope they’ll have a life worthwhile living ahead of them, as I wish for all the younger generations.