Voices from beyond. whhooooo....

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OK My best friend went to the "card lady" last night. You know the lady that has you shuffle the cards and choose one then tells you something good bad and indifferent about your past present and future! OK I believe in it when I like what she says, and phooey the whole thing when she isnt quite on the button. I choose to believe this time. Amy brought the tape over to myhouse so Icould hear what the woman had to say. She mentioned her (amy's) friend that has a irthday in June, Me and probably two others. Anyway the one who lost their father recently (Thats me!!!!) He is sad he cant comfort me but is waiting until I am stronger to visit (visit) with me. I may smell him in the meantime in the house or out soometime, just to let me know he is watching and he is fine. He remarked (yes he remarked!) that I was the apple of his eye and realizes I am hurting but I have to go through this.
Interestingly I found some comfort in these messages. I think anything is comforting with good thoughts attached. I cry and vent for 10 minutes clean up and keep going. I am getting really good at it really.
Not too much else going on, I am heading out to the grocery store for some random things. I want to get the movie the passion. Maybe rejuvinate my "passion" for my faith which I feel has been lacking lately. I pray everyday morn and night, Rosary hopefully once a day but I dont attend church since I am remarried and my first marriage was not annulled. I would love to get back to church. I found so much peace there.
Gotta run.

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