There will always be times when we face a deep valley or a high mountain and we need a little help to make it. Often times I find it in words from my friends. Sometimes I find it in music. There are times when the only thing that works is tears.
Today I spoke at a funeral and somehow in the middle, I lost hope. I am not sure if they noticed and still, I felt it go away. I need to find it again, whatever it takes.
In my lifetime I thought 911, the death of my grandad, the death of my Mom, the death of my brother-in-law, the death of my father would be the hardest things I would ever experience. But today, with all the illness it is the perfect storm. It's all here, fresh and devastating. It's like it all just happened again.