It can remind us we’re alive. And it can also steal a little bit of that aliveness away.
I’m sitting, right now, in a surgery wing and my infant son is about to go under the knife. Something we thought would go away has only gotten worse. It’s time to confront it. And hopefully, after today, everything will be okay.
I’m hoping one of you have some wise words on how to deal with this because I feel like a caged animal. I debated sharing this at all. Meanwhile…
A good father I know is fighting.
Some parents are really doing it. Themselves. Every damn day.
So, what importance is my pain to you? We are all in the thick of it, aren’t we? I’ll take whatever wishes, love, thoughts, prayers, curse words, answers, stories and visions you’ve got.
Because it’s no fun when a constant becomes a variable in the equation of living.
What can you add today?