Wednesday, December 17, 2003

Today my mom had to go to a "viewing" of a little girl that she spent the past 6.5 years (72 hours/week) taking care of as her nurse.  Tomorrow is the funeral.  How do you let go of something you spent so many hours nourishing? She sat at the viewing for hours today because she couldn't leave.  How is she going to handle her being buried tomorrow?  She'll never see her again outside of the pictures that line her living room and her memory.  I'm glad I get to go home Saturday to try and help her out, but I'm not sure I'm enough to mend her heart.  I'll have to leave to come back to my life. So hard. Comments9:28:36 PM

Who hears the tears I cry when no one is around Who is supposed to pick up the pieces if I fall apart Does anything at all really matter Does anyone really care for anything beyond their vision What is the meaning What is the purpose Who would want to control this Where am I going Where is this going How can this feeling not matter.... I just want it to matter Comments8:20:55 PM

Greg Evans. "Anger at lies lasts forever. Anger at truth can't last." Hhhmm...I'm not sure I agree completely, but certainly it has some merit.  I'm trying to think over the times that I get mad at someone and it blows over or I hold on to...yeah, I think it works pretty well. Comments11:23:22 AM

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