Listening to a talk today about someone who swims against the tide.
I’m waiting, and I’m scared. He’s in bed, and I hope, and I cry, I pray. It’s the not knowing that is the worst. I keep looking at our marriage certificate. There’s no expiration date on it. Not one.
My homework assignment, focusing on the hope, and the positive is an evil one. I’m trying. He has nightmares, where he calls out for his Mom. I try to comfort him, and give him touch and love.
I once told a sponsee that you can’t keep pouring yourself out to everyone else, unless you plug yourself into a power greater than yourself. That’s how I am getting through right now. It’s how we are facing this. Personally, I’d like to take the grim reaper out back, whip them into oblivion, and lock the remains in a cage.
However, right now, we get by one minute at a time. Hugs, my friends, hugs.
AnonymousKnitter 