I did this one for one of Shimelle's classes last year. Hopefully I can get caught up on all those wonderful prompts! The "and", "the" and alphabet stamps are from Spunky Stamps :)

Journaling reads:
I have always searched for my meaning. Why am I here? How did I get here? I remember being really small, peppering my mother with questions.
“Where do we go when we die?”
“Why?”
“How do you know?”
“How did I get here?”
“Why am I here?”
“What am I supposed to do?”

I know I probably drove her crazy, but she always listened and always answered. I’m not really sure what she said, but it was most likely an answer suitable for a five year old.
When I was seven my Grampy died and quite honestly, my world seemed to fall apart. I remember my parents saying all the right words.

“He’s gone to a better place.” “He’s watching us from heaven.”
“He’s with God, he’s an angel now.” But I noticed the devastation on my Nannan’s face, agony really. How could he be in a better place and my grandmother be so desolate?
“Why?” I asked everyone I could think of, teachers, family, my minister…no one could give me answer that satisfied me.
I’m 35 and I still don’t know. The questions have been more and more on my mind. I assume it’s because I now have children and my parents are older. I fear death because it is a huge unknown. It can’t be all there is, can it? Are we only here for awhile and then nothing? Do I go to a better place? How will I deal with my parents dying? It’s something I think about just about everyday, always searching for the answer.
Last month I heard a song on the radio. It made me feel better. No answers to my questions, but it made me feel not so scared. When I get where I’m going…there’ll be only happy tears…
Yes, a country song on the radio has been responsible for silencing the questions for awhile. It makes me sad, but in a happy way. I haven’t been thinking SO much in the last month. I’ve felt a bit of peace and it’s a really nice feeling…

SECOND PAGE:
I’m gonna walk with my grand daddy
And he’ll match me step for step
And I’ll tell him how I missed him
Every minute since he left
Then I’ll hug his neck

When I get where I’m going
There’ll be only happy tears
I will shed the sins and struggles
I have carried all these years
And I’ll leave my heart wide open
I will love and have no fear
Yeah when I get where I’m going
Don’t cry for me down here
(Brad Paisley)