Memory lane

This is me when I was 18 years old. I found this in my diary, which I was writing during that time.

I have mentioned this before that I am translating this diary (at the request of my children). I started when I was 16 and I am half way done it is quite a project. I wrote almost five years and very, very detailed. What time I got up, going to bed, the friends I had, or did not have. My mother's dying of cancer (the same type I had). Then my father's mariage to his second wife who did not like me!

Reading through all of that makes me realize how happy I am now and how wonderful my life turned out. Just look at my husband's face and my chidren and than my precious grandchildren.

I can only say: "Thank you God!"