Wishful Thinking
Sometimes I don't pray. Sometimes I just wish. Aren't they the same thing?
I used to think they were. But I've learned that when I pray I feel better but when I wish I still feel anxious. So they must be different.
5 Days Post Haylee
It has been five days. The grieving process has begun for myself and many around me. It's a beast this thing called grief. It attaches to or attacks each of us differently. When my mother lost my sister Barb, she named her grief George. I think I too will have a name for my grief. I've been thinking about Clarence. I always loved the character Clarence Odbody. He was only doing what was right and tried to have a little fun along the way. He kept things simple. I like simple. I won't mind if Clarence hangs around awhile. "Strange, isn't it? Each man's life touches so many other lives, and when he isn't around he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he?
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