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Lying on the floor, I come undone...
March 3, 2008
You know that kind of weariness when you are emotionally cracked and leaking, physically exhausted, and your brain doesn't work even enough for you to figure out what to make for dinner?
That's the kind of weary I am.  Yesterday was the service for our friend. It was beautiful and terrible. I am in the strictest awe of his mother, brave and still herself, no matter what.
There are so many friends around, right now, a strange blessing.
Maybe sometime soon I will have more to write.
That's the kind of weary I am.  Yesterday was the service for our friend. It was beautiful and terrible. I am in the strictest awe of his mother, brave and still herself, no matter what.
There are so many friends around, right now, a strange blessing.
Maybe sometime soon I will have more to write.
Reader Comments (5)
hmmm. love u.
keep on going!
Thinking of you and your friends. Sounds like you are great comforts to each other.
You're in my thoughts.
I have nothing to say. But my heart is full, and I care. I just don't know what to say.
Hugs