I am at a breaking point. There are times when I just barely find a reason to get out of bed. I am fighting to keep myself going each and every day and I feel myself slowly keep slipping further and further behind.
This has been a bad month.
My van broke down while driving for work. My wife and I suffered a miscarriage. My car blew a gasket. Work has pilled up to my eyebrows with no end in sight.
And my wife’s aunt who we have been taking care of just passed away.
This is a person I have looked to to get through hard times. In the last 3 years she has been through more hardships than other people people face in 20 years. She had her dog pass away (who was like a child for her). Her husband suffered a stroke. She worked and helped him recover and when he was just about done with physical therapy, he left for another woman. She was then diagnosed with cancer.
She went through chemo and started on the road to recovery and had some ups and downs. She was finally on the road that was looking promising.
And then her heart gave out.
My dear readers, I cannot express the amount of respect I had for this woman who stood up to the hardships of life and still pressed on. How am I to complain about anything? How am I to compare my hardships with hers?
Tears. Tears are not enough.
Hug a pony my friends.
“My heart has joined the thousand, for my friend stopped running today.” We will miss you Aunt Evelyn.