I'll miss her of course but yes I'll be fine. 90 years is a damn good run, I can only hope to live so long. =]
Even if our scars donít match thereís no wrong you canít make better if you can figure out a way to change your mind.
And sure thereís things I regret not doing or doing. Those thoughts climb my spine like spiders, and then Iím really the stranger in my own bed,
and that ball of nervous gets pushed into every crack. Thatís whatís holding the bricks together.