To Be, Or Not To Be?

That is the question. Old Shake-a-spear knew his shit. I have outlived my usefulness and then some. Or have I? Really don't know. Everyday I think of my long lost daughter. She had to be free. I've come to accept that. To be free, she had to shake me off. Should I hold out hope that we can reconnect some day? Is that narcissism or just love's longing for itself? What the hell do I know? Only know...I miss her.