I feel like my life is dissolving. Bit by bit I'm losing myself and I wonder what will be left. I imagine our family photo with me in the middle surrounded by Ione, Jennifer and Colleen; then I start to fade from the picture. It is a terrifying dream.
I wonder if judgement is like this; all the crap, all the bullshit is burned away and what is left is left, like it or not. Hell or heaven may be just having to live with what is left. Gold, silver, wood, hay or stubble.
