There is no greater grief, than when a parent losses a child.
The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go softto be seated on children’s eyes.
Children are barometers of the chaos that exists within their lives.
Loss has no friend, no allies, no benefit to the human spirit.
When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children
The way we talk to our children becomes their inner voice.
I use Fiction to face Reality And write sweet Stories to avoid the bitter ones.
First you be a hero and then raise your child to be a hero.