Fighting my own mind every day of my life was hard but I didn't know what hard was until two years ago .
Standing in small cemetery of a country town as my wife and my hole world was being lowerd into the ground.
Burying seven people on the same day hurts oh how it hurts. I couldn't shed a tear that day but i have cryed a river since.
As Christmas gets closer with no more children or grandchildren for Santa to visit.
I have a feeling he will have one less house to visit because it's no longer a home it's just a house.
If you do happen to pass by Santa do you think you can bring me a new mind. A mind no longer filled with pain.