Friday, December 09, 2016
Gratitude Day Wevs
My dear young friend had another catastrophe befall her which took me a fair distance from gratitude.
Her father's best friend assaulted and tried to rape her in the woods.
And her father did nothing. His BFF is back in his house as if nothing happened.
Her mother, as usual, is stoned out of her mind on pharmaceuticals.
We are moving heaven on earth to get her out of there and into assisted housing.
Sometimes life just sucks the bag and it's so hard to find the little diamonds underneath all the coal.
My missing daughter's birthday is tomorrow and this is always a rough time for me.
I spent the morning at the hospital with my vascular evaluation and that's not looking good.
So here you go:
Gratitude are my friends who are solidly there, all the time: supportive and loving in so many different ways I cry when I think of them. I'm not fit, as we say right now, and their arms and hugs reach out and hold me closely and cook me supper and listen as I cry and try and make sense of the world that would hurt my wee friend so deeply. And my missing child who could be? Not hide nor hair of her can be found. I just can't dig deeper. I don't want to know. It would be too much.
And Daughter is having challenges with her new job. Her MS is rearing its ugly head after a long nap and badly affecting her, poor pet.
But yes, if you're reading this, it's still this side of the daisies for all of us. The weather is kind. The bay smooth as a mirror, Grandmother Moon watchful and alert over it all. But puzzling. As I am.
As 2017 looms large on our horizons.