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Starting back on the journey of writing after a brain surgery and a long break |
It's Monday night and my energy seems to be at an all time low. I am just so tired. it's been a busy few days. Last Thursday was Christmas Eve. My adopted parents are in town from Tennessee. Of course since they were coming from a warm state, we here in MN decided to throw them a Welcome Home snow storm. They braved the storm and came over and made lasagna (my wife's favorite ) for dinner. Before dinner we talked and laughed and after dinner we put on a Christmas movie and all four of us promptly fell asleep. Earlier that day I was helping a good friend of mine get ready to go to the airport. She deals of a lot of anxiety around taking these trips and is dealing with terminal cancer so needs a little extra help. I myself have PTSD and deal with anxiety myself and although I can put it aside to help others, sometimes once helping is finished and there is finally a moment of quiet in the chaos, it overwhelms me. Then the phone rings, it is a friend down the hall. She is missing her son, who died of an overdose a little more than a year ago. I am missing my son, who doesn't call nearly enough and I wonder what is happening in his life. It is not that I haven't reached out to him, he just doesn't seem to have time for me. It's too bad, because no matter what, I will always make time for him in my life. |