I’m not scared of dying, it’s the way I will die, that scares me.
And when death comes, I hope that a few good people will be waiting to meet me, that’s a blessing, right ?
I hope also that what I have learnt in this life time will help me in the next.
Being a little under the weather over the last few days and nursing my darlin baby girl, has given me way to much time to think.
Thoughts of my past life’s have been on my mind.
The fact that I was told that, I have always been with him in my past life’s, that we were husband and wife many times over and that our bones lay together and our souls will always be drawn together, has got me wondering what our history’s are.
I guess there is no way to find out, who we were, what our life’s were like and where the hell are we buried?
So with the information, I’m not scared of dying, because maybe just maybe we will have a happy ending in the next life.
Life is more painful than death, so when my time comes, I won’t be scared, I will live in hope that our paths cross again and once again he will love me.