Sunday, January 20, 2013
I sat on my bed this morning feeling the weight of all the sorrow people hold. Mary saying goodbye to her mother this week. Nancy setting down the memory of what was happening each day of this month in the year her daughter died. Kimberly missing her sister who left this earth so suddenly. Hearts breaking everywhere. What right do I have to feel so heart heavy at my daughter leaving again, at missing her and missing my son, who left weeks ago. Their lives are calling them to have experiences and challenges, to dream and grow, and this is a good thing. My sadness is not what you would call a proportional response. So I'm having trouble writing.