No, I am not going to get that done by then.
No, I am not doing that again this year.
No, I am not going there this time.
No, I do not know what I am doing.
No, I am not going to fix your problem that no one else cares about but you.
No, I do not think people are especially kind this time of year.
No, I don't believe this, this, this and that. I am sorry that my theology ruined your Christmas. But, hey, we have something in common. My Christmas is ruined, too.
No, I am not over it.
No, I am not my old self.
I doubt I ever will be.
No, this doesn't make me love you any less.
ReplyDeleteJohn -
ReplyDeleteOf course you won't ever be the same. You just can't be. Even though my father died at 67 of cancer - and lived a long life filled with lots of love and laughter, and his own quirkiness - you will never.ever.be.the.same. It *sounds* like you are giving yourself permission, but I really hope you are. I also hope the people around you are giving yourself permission not to be the same as well.
-Brooke R. http://rivervision.tumblr.com
Love you too, Snad! And thank you...
ReplyDeleteBrooke, thank you. I'm OK, just crabby...
We are just learning about the hidden life our 14 year old is living. After bringing her home from the hospital we realize our lives will never be the same, she is safe, for now, but things are never going to be the same. I thank you for this blog I will be reading more.
ReplyDeleteDenise, I am so sorry. You are on my mind and heart. Feel free to email me. I have no advice, just experience. The hardest part was the feeling that we were alone. This watch was something we had no idea how to do.
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