awakened by the dripping of the rain on my bed. going to sleep with grief on the mind is not good. should have read the whole bible. awakened in the early morning by the vision of how my children reacted, with weeping, to moms death. how quickly a card sends me off or the realization of the not need ing to go to Quarryville home any more.
for me i feel others stuff deeply and i know others are grieving far more than me. the loss of a child at birth, the loss of children in school shootings in Connecticut and nickel mines, the people i know facing death soon from cancer. another friends mom is close to death.
life is quite short. how can we live it without hope. we grieve but there is a bigger story that is parallel to the death and hurt that surrounds us. its those bars i reach for to hold on to in life and even though there are tears i am held.