I remember when life was simple and the goal was simply to love and survive. I remember a partyline phone when all the neighbors knew everything because they left the phone line open to listen. I remember penny candy. I remember Grandad driving the gas truck to deliver to other small towns. I remember how simple life used to be.
While I often long for those days, time marches on. As much I would like to go back or at least be still for an hour or two and truly celebrate with pure joy, my heart is heavy. The tears are quick to come and I getting great at hiding. I can’t pretend that I am handling this. At the time he needs me to be the strongest I am falling apart.
Oh my. I guess it’s time to get practical and do something that will make me so physically tired I can sleep.
Thanks for listening.