How in the world do we manage to get through the days? Some days I just don't want to get out of bed. I wake up wondering what this day is going to bring.
I want so much to feel good about the way my life has gone. To feel that I've done the best that I could by everyone in my life. Have I?
I have wonderful blessings in my life, my children, my grand children, my friends, my family.
My family has been a trial to me sometimes but I love them just the same. We've drifted apart through the years but they are family just the same.
I have some wonderful friends, you wouldn't believe the links my friends have gone to. Being there when I needed them even without asking they have stepped in and helped me.
My resent event of loosing my grand daughters. I say loosing them, they didn't die, they have gone to live with their father and step mother. This is a pain that doesn't seem to heal. I think if I knew that they were happy there I could manage. But when they call and beg me to let them come home. I can't explain it, the pain is almost unbearable.
How long will this go on? Just when I think I'm going to be okay they call crying, begging me to let them come home. I'M NOT THE ONE THAT PUT THEM THERE.
Hurts and Hurting that's my days.
