This post is poignant, and with the tenth anniversary of my own mother’s passing, this reminds me that even little things we do for those who may be grieving, ill, or struggling in other ways can make their worries just a little bit lighter.
How many times have we said this, written it on a card, spoken these words genuinely? Or conversely, been on the receiving end of these words as they are spoken to us? What can I do to help?
While all is well with me and within my own house, at one time it was not. And now, there seems to be a startling rash of catastrophic diagnosis all around me, involving my friends, my family and others who I care deeply for.
In a departure from my norm, I am writing today about what are heart wrenching situations that are simply a part of living. There are moments when all that can be felt is helpless desperation– for those dear to us, as well as ourselves.
The year is still young but already I have attended too many funerals, heard news of too many devastating diagnosis, freak…
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