Dark.
Lonely.
Emptiness.
Sad time for all.
Mr. Rodgers is
nevermore. He was a
good man. Repeats come on the
television daily. I shall
miss him. "It's a beautiful day
in the neighborhood". A beautiful
day.
Written by Rebecca (Becca) Lang
on August 16, 2007 at 2pm CST,DST.
(c) All rights reserved.
At the young of age of seven, Jill's mother Eve takes her for regular sessions to a child psychologist for treatment of her anxiety, which only makes her behavior worse. When she reaches her teens, she starts drinking and then smoking marijuana with
Thanks,
Dan
Be safe,
Karen
Regis