Before it’s too late, do it now.

Live.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Laugh.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Love.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Dream.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Forgive.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Give.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Go.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Grow.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Surrender.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Pray.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Say.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

How could I have known, beloveds, that and stroke would take my ability to run, walk, drive, write, and do a million other things.

I can no longer speak easily.  There are days when the stroke will not allow me to think or form cogent thoughts.

As a writer, the inability to type and use my right hand to write has been devastating. Writing is a huge part of who I am.

I had zero idea that life would life on me in this manner. Geeeez.

I used to write once or twice daily.  Now, I write as much as my mind and my thoughts and my left hand will take me. I write until pain drives me to my bed. Then, I rise and write some more.

While I have breath, I shall write, encourage and love. I have to. I have thangs to do.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I love you 😍

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

• COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️‍🩹
• BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
• Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
• Still In Love
• REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢