“Come to me and find your rest.” I am not sure what that really means, and I think I am ready for a rest. There comes a time when being strong is no longer possible. You understand that it is no longer about beginnings. All that is left is the endings, the goodbyes and the finality.
The boxes are labeled. (She taught me well.) The instructions are simple and it may make some angry. “Just do what is best for you and move forward with nothing but peace. There is no room for regrets or what might have been. What’s done is done with love.”
I am just finding my true home.