Try feeling that for 27 years.
Somebody said “you get used to it”.
No ya don’t.
It’s like bein’ hanged.
You never get used to it.
Hope next year’s better for ya, sincerely.
I still have hope, Sal. Or else I would have jumped from a beautiful bridge. I wish you the best in the coming New Year.
“It is in the broken places that we are strong.”
At the ripe old age of 22, I prayed that I would have a life that would make me learn everything I could, that my life would not be ordinary and would be absolutely full of everything.
Well, it is and has been, and it is not something I’d wish to do over. But had I have lived the life I was set for from that time on, I would have blown apart like a firecracker at a time when I could least bear it.
There are times when it’s not at all better than the worst moment, but I promised a parent on a deathbed that I’d take care of myself. (I realize now how well my parents knew me, as they both told me I must not grieve for them too much.)
I’m rambling. Just trying to encourage you both. There’s a reason you are here. You have lessons to teach and others to pull along with the strengths of the broken places.
I think I’m becoming a doctrinaire old coot. Listen to me.