It’s Mother’s Day. But my mother is gone. And I’m not a mother, unless you count a miscarried fetus and some deceased dogs. My view from the cliff today is somewhat gloomy.
And yet, I sit here in my sweet comfy house while my friend P is at home taking care of a gravely ill fiancé. My friend L is journeying through a cancer diagnosis. Things could be so very much worse. So I shouldn’t be so unhappy, right?
Right. But tell that to my feelings. My husband is gone now. These Sundays with nothing to do are the most difficult.
So I am just going to wallow today if you don’t mind, and I’ll be back, happier, another day.
A View From the Cliff 