Too Good to not Believe
Dry spells in writing can last what feels like an eternity, and honestly I struggle to write this now. I have been putting it off for several days, and my daughter actually inspired me to finally stop and just do it. She reminded me just last week of the welcome release and the therapy that comes with pouring out what we are experiencing in this life into writing. I went with Dad to visit Mom on Sunday afternoon. The last few days have been burdensome for me. My heart is aching for my Mom all over again. I go through days of significant and just very heavy grief. It is like a haze has drifted over me and I struggle to just make small talk, to keep a happy face, to appear 'just fine' to everyone around me including my immediate family. I struggle to focus on conversations of just catching up with friends around me who are busy with their own lives/children/church/work/vacation/etc. I get tired of having to explain why, and when people ask how Mom is, the dreaded resp