I quizzingly read my last post from months ago. No, I don't remember it. And, the one before it? No, I don't remember it.
Life is going by in some kind of slow blur. Rather like a conveyor belt takes you along thru an airport--everything doesn't come into focus even though you could see it as you go by...sort of.
Focus remains on survival and energy to go thru the days. Days in which I must find a way to live without my daughter.
Remember to love those who have lost. We remain weary and scattered inside as we endeavor to stand, place one foot in front of the other, and let happy find a way to grace our path.
It may be your love that gives the energy for this next day to someone. Your love won't shatter us--it matters to us.
