It's The Christmas, and it's raining. Somehow, it seems so appropriate.
It's been a grey week. A town laid to rest far too many children. Firefighters were shot and killed while trying to save lives. My cousin died of a drug overdose. The Band lost one of its own.
There is this part of me that feels so wrong for having such a beautiful day with Sunshine and Mollie. When so much is wrong with the world, when so many are hurting, it feels so out of touch to be having such a peaceful day hunkered down inside with my little family.
It feels so wrong for The Christmas to be happening. And yet I know that times marches on, no matter how much we hurt.
I have no words to describe how torn some parts of my spirit feel. I don't know how to comfort those who are hurting so badly right now. I don't know what to say to anyone these days.
I am left with this; this post I wrote for The Band some time ago. I know that it won't fix what hurts us; I can only hope that it comforts someone.
Now, I think I am going to go hug my Sunshine a little tighter and snuggle my Mollie puppy a little bit closer. I'm going to hunker down and ride out the cold rain with those who love me.
I'm so sorry for all of these losses, for your loss. I read this on Moosh in Indy the other day and it helped me. I love you.
ReplyDeleteSaying someone can’t be sad because someone may have it worse is just like saying someone can’t be happy because someone else might have it better.