Originally Posted by KathyM

Thank you Junie - that is what I try to do. My days become unbearable though sometimes (intense physical pain and emotional stress), so my only escape is to look to my past and try to remember all the good times. When I do that, I'm accused of living in the past.

My present is either lying in bed in a dark room where my father died, sitting at a computer in a dark room where my grandmother died, or going to the hospital that killed my mother. It's not enough of a present to take my mind off my pain and physical condition.

My future is too terrifying, but people tell me I should I plan for my future. With my resources, being homeless on the streets of Chicago is the only place where I will feel free to live out my life with a little pride and dignity. My first choice would be to live indoors, be treated with respect, and to be surrounded with love. It's a dream, but I realize it's only a pipe dream at this point.

I don't mind the idea of being buried in a pauper's grave with a bunch of other homeless "no-name" people. In the past people have said they plan to spit and defecate on my grave after I die. HAHA! They won't be able to find me.

I had to shake my head at the news coverage of the policeman's funeral yesterday. Everyone was so thankful and proud he sacrificed his life to remove a "deranged lunatic" off the streets.