I am sixty years old and there has not been a day that I haven’t grieved over my life, until now. As a child there was fear and anger, then desolation and loneliness. As an adult there was the terror I would become my parents. I hated the person I had become, the wife and the mother and then the grandmother. When I was a child no one cared enough to help me. When I was an adult I was too ashamed to let anyone in and I was too afraid to become close to anyone. How does sixty years go by and you hate yourself and your life? Who do you turn too, where do you begin this late in life? Only by the grace of God have I found any peace and meaning. Only with the man I love and live with has my life been given any semblance of normalcy. When you see someone in this much pain, stop and give them love. Hate and terror can only be overcome by real love and caring. They say hell isn’t on earth, I guess it depends on what your life consist of as to whether that is true. Be the one to stop and help, become the one that changes things. Each of us has the capacity to be become another’s angel. Let’s all be angels of love and keep the chain of love going on forever.