There is so much going on lately I'm not even sure what to do. A very dear friend of mine, someone like blood to me, has been dealing with the grief of losing her father recently, and I'm trying desperately to hold her afloat, along with her mother who is completely distraught with grief, sadness and guilt due to him dying in her arms, under no fault of her own; though her mind tells her so. So here I am, trying to write, but unable to fathom a coherent sentence to which my book makes sense. In this world, we might lose things of great value to us. But, in this world, the things we lose aren't always lost even though we simply cannot see them. They live in our hearts, our minds, and sometimes are connected to our very souls. If anyone would do so to please, give a moment of silence, a silent prayer, or even just good, healing energy to this man's family. The end stages of COPD are nothing to scoff at or demeanor. Give your loved ones a big hug and tell them how much they mean to you. For all you know, you're taking them for granted and you won't know; until they're gone.
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