To say it crippled me, would be an understatement. Not only had I lost Dad, but my health kept taking a nose-dive, the house fell further and further into disarray, and my motivation was about as strong as Solomon’s in the book of Ecclesiastes, who wrote, “ Everything is meaningless!”. Little pockets of energy powered me now-and -then, but it took some time to come to this realisation; life moves on. I was waiting for things to improve before I embraced the moment. Now I know this must be turned on its head. Time waits for no one. Yes I may carry a pain around in my heart every day, but I can still be purposeful. Trials will come and go just as they did before Dad took sick, but it doesn’t mean I can’t accomplish things of worth. I had believed the lie- that my happiest days were over. No! It’s time to get up and live. Now is not a time to hide away. Now is a time to share some of the many things I carry in my head and heart.
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One response to “Returning From The Rubble”
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I’m sorry for your loss. That is devastating. But you’re right – it’s time to carry on living.
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