Say Something Positive…

As the calendar announces the beginning of summer, I wish I could click my heels together three times and fast forward to September.  Skip over the long days and turn the clocks back to darkness at 5:00 pm. to match the darkness in my world without one of my brightest lights.

Yes, yes, I am masquerading better as a “normal” person.  Most days I can pretend for extended periods of time that I am ok, but nothing could be farther from the truth.  I am so not fine.  I can enter into your space, but I am never completely present.  You appear so happy — I cannot find a common comfortable ground to meet you in the middle.  It’s remains difficult to witness happiness.  I pray that will change.

Your troubles are significant but I cannot comprehend your pain if you have all of your children.  I promise my inability to…