My father

The screams were loud. The ambulance was even louder. The promise of tomorrow was always there. The dream that slowly started to fade, became real. In one glimpse everything vanished. An angels hand reached out and carried the soul where only man can dream about. As good as life maybe here, but what's in store for us is incredible. The speck of lonliness is surrounded and we touch what is real. But later we touch what is unreal. Sorrow is something the saints do not want you to have, and we are only human to do so. Something without reason is meaningless and something with reason is meaningless. Patience and courage are virtues and for ones self o be truly satisfied we must attain those values. Perception, choice, and objection are the only values that no one can take that away from anyone. We are meant to be where we are. We all have our time written on pages. Thousands and thousands of pages. Pages of love, pages of regrets, pages of depression, pages of anger. Have no regrets and one can only grasp the memories for eternity.