Lately, it feels as though my life is some sad cry in your beer County & Western song. The only thing missing is some two-timing womanizing jerk…thank God for small miracles! It’s hard to motivate myself to even begin to write about my days MIA. I do appreciate all the messages and emails I’ve received while I’ve been in this dark cave eating Oreos by myself (just a silly metaphor). Most of you, seem like gentle, patient people who understand how life can really throw zingers a person’s way. Those of you who nudge me gently…thank you and those who have been demanding and rude…get a life! For Christ sake, life does not revolve around blogging or the internet. Yes, writing is an excellent outlet and blogging is a great way to get to know people who you might otherwise never get to know…BUT sometimes sharing is just too painful especially when the wound is fresh. Sometimes the words just aren’t there. So how do you capture a tear? Or share a broken heart? How do you convey that being alone is what you need even though everyone says being alone is the worst thing in the world? No, the worst thing in the world is having to watch something you dearly love slowly waste away and die. The worst thing in the world is not being able to help… And in the end the worst thing in the world is not really knowing if what you loved so dearly knew how deeply you felt or how much that they will be missed.
The pain is fresh and I’ll be back when I can focus on topics other than my own sadness.
