A couple of week ago i posted about a good friend of mine at work whose daughter was fighting cancer?
She died yesterday
She was only 29......
RIP
My Lord, I am Sorry Yogi, Give the family My Condolences, Cancer is a cruel thing
May She Rest in Peace and God Bless
He - (Simón Bolívar) - was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finishing line. The rest was darkness. "Damn it," He sighed. "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!"
So what’s the labyrinth?
That’s the mystery isn’t it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape - the world, or, the end of it?
