My Life --- Such as it is

About the Book

When I started writing this journal, I had no intentions anyone else would even see a page of this because it had the worst of my life, and I didn't want anyone I love read it and loose respect in the person I push in public. I'm a very shy and very naive person. I am basically a loner. It is very hard for me to make friends, so I stay home a lot.

Not too long ago, even in my old age, I found a very wonderful person that could see into my soul and pull me out. Diane and I have gotten to be the best of friends. Her name is Diane Wilson and she is the most wonderful, loving, caring friend I know!

She listens to all my troubles and gives me advise, even though she has more than her share of troubles. She talks and I feel that I do have purpose in life. She is the sister I never had. She has so many problems, but she finds the time to be my best friend. I never liked this town--because the roll the streets up in the evening (well, it does seem like it). There aren't any places to go---nothing to see. Not for the adults--not for the kids. But, my sista-pal texts me and asks if Paul has any coffee left, or we will go out. We call that our gal-pal time. We just go to McD's and have a coke or a frape'and I tell her my troubles and she tells me her troubles. We would talk for ages, and cry in our frepe'.

I would like to thank everyone for all the time they have spent making it possible for a shy, scared great grandmother to share her life----such as it is.

About the Author

Hi Friends, This is Bonnetta C Caraway from North Vernon, Indiana and this beautiful man in this photo is my wonderful husband of 49 years, Paul D Caraway. We have three great kids, Christopher, DiAnna and Jennifer. We have six grand children--Amanda, Justin- Jan-Mickael, Taylor, Cheyenne and Santana and 6 great grandchildren--Jonathon, Charles , KayLee , Brandon Jr. plus 1 Siamese cat-Pyewackett. I started writing because while ill I needed something to occupy my mind and as therapy. I was so very homesick for home and my brothers, I think because I came so close to death, I was afraid I wouldn't see them again, but I felt much better when they came to see me in the hospital. They traveled all that way (about 100 miles, plus.) just to see me! When I started writing, things sprang to my memory and I had no idea where they came from--things that have been buried for so many years! My caseworker was ecstatic! I was afraid I was losing my mind and I couldn't think of anything, but that the men- in -white-coats were coming any day now. I have learned a lot about myself during my writing. I am getting older, but I think I have gotten wiser too. When I came back from "beyond", I felt more at peace than ever in my life. I have always lived in a cocoon of total confusion, and never understood why---until now.