i walked away towards breakfast,
but had a thought...
about my aunt frances...
(see story below)
what was different.
how she loved me.
i felt loved by my family.
it wasn't like they were nasty stinkers.
they were ordinary, fine people.
but ya know....now that i think about it...
i felt loved but at the same time i always
felt like i could be improved upon.
there was always always always an unspoken
feeling that i could be better.
not with my aunt frances.
when i was with her, i felt like i was loved
and i didn't need any tweaking.
that i was really wonderful just the way
i already was.
i didn't have to grow into anything.
i didn't have to learn how to do anything....
i was totally loved for what i was right then.
THAT was the difference.
and you know.........that's all the difference
in the world.
those are totally different things.
how do i love other people???
do i offer that to others?
cause ya know.....it matters.
stuff to think on.....