I missed Moira terribly ... she went missing you see
I wept and wailed ... but still no Moira. My dolly. I was 5.
Two years ago ...I wept and wailed and my heart was broken again.
My god went missing you see.
Oh yes, I still think of Moira .... and my god. I depended on both of them.
I wish I could look into those blinking unseeing blue eyes again,(the doll) and find comfort.
I wish I could look into the sky with my blue eyes, and see an almighty power,(god) and find comfort.
Oh the conversations we had ... the 3 of us ... truly amazing!
Terry, love it when you get these brainstorms!