Duty

There's a saying,  duty is heavier than a mountain,  death lighter than a feather.  So true.  So very true.  Life is changing constantly,  sometimes good,  sometimes bad, but the status quo rarely lasts for long.
So many responsibilities.  I'm not sure what happened,  how it got to be this way.  I used to believe being single meant you were free to go where you wanted when you wanted.  But my bills and debts speak otherwise.  Car note, hopefully soon to be house note,  student loans, etc etc.  Bills that must be paid.  Someone recently offered me a chance to move to Belize in two years.  I don't think I could leave the country simply because of the amount of debt that I'm in.  Choices.  My choices have led me here. 
I know I shouldn't be writing this.  I can't discuss anything in the open anymore.  Too many of the wrong type paying attention to my inner thoughts.
I'm dozing to sleep,  so I'll with this.  It's the little things that let me know. It's not the smile on your face,  or anything that people would notice.  But I do.  The fleur-de-lis,  symbols.  They connect us even through death.  Once a part of my bloodstream,  always a part of my bloodstream.  Gone but never forgotten.  How could i?