Today is my son's birthday. I called and sent him a text. As yet, no reply. I have gifts for him, but I am not eager to see him. I want to, but then I don't. It is what it is.
I have to accept myself. Who wants to run towards grief?
Our stories are very sad. Sometimes we get engulfed in the sadness of our stories. I can live with that. The challenge is to accept that it's okay to protect myself. In the largest sense, I get it. It's just that my heart hurts. For me. For him. There is no other life but this. Reality.
