What Matters In the End
It doesn’t matter what we were. It doesn’t matter what we are now. In the end, the only thing that will ever matter is the love.
It doesn’t matter what we were. It doesn’t matter what we are now. In the end, the only thing that will ever matter is the love.
I’ve been thinkin’. And I don’t know about you, maybe you haven’t been dwelling on Dolly like I have, but she had SO many goals and dreams that even having had 80 years on this planet it still wasn’t enough time for her to achieve all
I finally have something to say at 44. That’s what I thought last week until I realized something. I remember playing in my sandbox at about 4 years old and seeing a salamander in it. I ran to mom and dad who were moving a fridge through the front
I did. 4. Days. The day it happened I was wearing my son Bannon’s shirt that had the words “Sad Songs” on it. Later that day I threw it at him and said “I wore this today then Dolly Parton died so I’m never wearing it again”. He
“I know what’ll cure you” - she said as I walked down the stairs coughing and hacking the crappy night’s sleep outta my lungs. I was already terrified. Her cure could be anything. “Sleeping with onions in your socks, and planting my garden barefoot in the sun.” I figure