I am so sorry that people are suffering and dying.  I am so sorry that I treat my life blood so carelessly.  I am sorry if it is thought that I do not appreciate my lot.  I am sorry that I seem to suffer from anxiety depression disorders which seem to colour my world grey.  I am sorry that I do not do more to help other people.  I am sorry for hurting my mother and my children.  I don’t ever wish it to be thought that I would allow this to happen deliberately.  Thoughtlessness can creep into best intentions.

I appreciate the wonderful country in which I live and knowing that I have so much when most of the world does not.  I appreciate the many years that I have lived, often with much love and adventure.  I appreciate the occasions that I have been able to make someone feel just a little better.  I appreciate the years that I have been privileged to nurture and teach my babies to grow.

I hope that I am a good mother to my babies, now almost all grown.  I hope that I am a good daughter, because God knows my mother has been an astonishing human being who has cared for all her children in the way which is supreme.  I fervently wish that I never be overtaken by body and mind destroying anxiety ever again.

I hope that I can live more years in relative health, comfort and decent mobility.  I hope that I can forever see my children be happy and healthy and wise.  I hope God forgives me for my digressions and I thank God for all you have given me..