Welcome to May!
One day, MAYbe my hair will be silver.
Ooo that is an amazing sentence!
I don't like the word retire either. A friend calls it launching and I call it metamorphosis!
One day MAYbe he’ll say my name just once more.
(My father has dementia and while he recognizes I’m someone he loves and smiles, he hasn’t said my name in months)
One day, MAYbe my hair will be silver.
Ooo that is an amazing sentence!
I don't like the word retire either. A friend calls it launching and I call it metamorphosis!
One day MAYbe he’ll say my name just once more.
(My father has dementia and while he recognizes I’m someone he loves and smiles, he hasn’t said my name in months)