Woody, I've been thinking about something you said. You said that you didn't want to die ugly.
How I can relate to that. Just now, someone had asked me for a picture, but I cower with shame, because I am old and wrinkled and my face has become
harsh from years of suffering that I failed to do gracefully, so that now, every time I look into a mirror, I gasp. It is true that vanity knows no
bounds, and yet binds us up in our own private tombs, way too early.
Anyway, I just wanted to tell you, that to me, and to so many others, you are the most beautiful person on ATS, and perhaps, yes, most definitely, way
beyond the limits of the thousands of people on ATS. There is no way in hell that you will die ugly, so rest assured about that.
I'm also wanting to share a video that Night posted in the Shed last night, but I think it was meant for you. I am sending this to you and hoping you
can view it. It's about fire flies. I thought of you and began to cry. But my husband unknowingly turned that around and put me on a different Path,
that can't be seen in the video, but can be seen in my heart...
In the video, there is a brief storm, complete with thunder. I didn't like that part. But when my husband viewed it, not knowing of my thoughts, he
smiled at the thunder and said, "A different type of fire fly." I thought that was so poetic. It's all in the point of view, isn't it? To me, the
thunder represented that awful old rendition of an angry God. But somehow that old rendition, that of course is...how do you English put it?
Bullocks?...Instead, I saw that thunder as a preview of the Fire Works in heaven, when you arrive. What a party that will be! For us down here, there
will be tears of rain that no kind words can stop, but those tears will soak into this earth, tinged with seeds of your beauty.
Please know that you are beautiful and the world is more beautiful for your having been here and even ugly me is more beautiful for that singular,
thumbs up that you gifted me with once, that means to world to me...