The picture above is the type of house I would have loved to raise my family in. As I drove by it this morning I was overtaken by a sense of loss, knowing that the time to do this had long passed and then came the lump in my throat as tears filled my eyes and rolled down my face as the wave of emotions flooded my being. I mourned the loss of a dream one that I never got to live, I guess that’s why it still hurts. The moment lasted about fifteen minutes and as I came back to myself and realized that I was not ready to own a house such as this, I did not have the wherewithal to obtain it. I was too weak of character and determination to do what it took to obtain the lifestyle that would afford me a house such as this. So now all I have is this picture and a lost dream….
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