Years of days
Years of days and days
and days too many to count,
too few to fill a heart so full
I could say, enough,
too few in the balance
to make a life’s full weight.
Before are days and days
and years perhaps of life without
your soft shadow-tread.
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Jane Dougherty Writes 
oh I feel this so much ❤
It was a bad day today. I imagine you have lots of those too.
Sadly yes, but happy memories are always in close proximity. You have plenty of those too Jane ❤ ❤ ❤
Yes, of course, and the further we go, the more the good times will come back into focus.
It’s not easy though is it. Thoughts are with you Jane. Losing a much loved pet is a different kind of pain and for me it went deeper than I ever imagined. It’s over a year but still so raw some days.
I knew it would be hard, but a dog is always there, always next to you, following you around, there to cheer you up or distract your attention. Always giving. So much I hadn’t fully appreciated.
❤ Maggie is still with us
Of course she is xx
XXX
Felt it too. All one can do is breathe.
When you step back from the—am I getting anything out of this, fulfillment of some kind—question, I find it’s easy to wonder what on earth it’s all for. What am I really doing?
I hear yo
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Thinking of you, Jane 💓
xx
Oh, so sorry, Jane. 💙
There are bound to be lots of days like this.
Yes, I’m sure there will be.
xx
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Not every day can count, but at least we should have wonderful years. xx Michael
I hope so xx