The sadness of my solitude, my unrealized dreams, my stagnancy, my broken heart--the sadness of it all--made it impossible for me to climb the stairs. I just sat at the bottom and wept.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
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Sherry, I am so sorry. My heart breaks for you. I wish I could give you a great big hug & just sit & sip tea with you. I think we both know too well that right now no words are good enough. Thinking of you & praying for you.
Thank you so much, Azina. I ended up making pumpkin scones last night as a distraction, so I can't imagine a better time to share a cup of tea with you.
Pumpkin scones sound delightful! Thank goodness for fall, hopefully the change in season happens with more than just the weather.
I'm thinking of you...and sending you an internet hug. :-)
Also, I found this website and you were the first person I thought of that may also enjoy if like I do:
www.passiveaggressivenotes.com
:-)
Sherry, I love and wish I could come spend the weekend with you. I am hurting with you and praying for you. You are a dear friend.
Thanks, friends. I feel better today, and I'm thankful for you.
Robin, I do like that website (one of my students showed me), but it's not nearly as fun as Postcards From Yo Momma :) If you aren't a regular reader of Postcards..., you really must change that.
I hope you are feeling better today!
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