Hi everyone, haven't posted for awhile.
I am probably just rambling tonight( a few glasses of great red wine) so pardon me.
Every once and awhile I just have such great sadness that begins to permiate my thoughts.Not just for me but for everyone who has walked this path. I happen to have a pretty great life, but sometimes this deep sadness rises up in me for all the things that might have been. I try and explain it to friends but I realize they have no way of understanding. Until you've walked in someone else's shoes "how do you know". I keep hoping for someone here I remember or that got out. It's so strange living on Long Island, so close to the whole Brooklyn scene and yet for the most part no one has arisen. What really would be the point of that anyway. So many years, so many lives ago, what would it matter now.