I won't keep apologizing! I finally have time to write again.
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I enjoy my days out, wandering around with no one asking 20 questions. "Why is the grass green?", "Why does Tommy go to 2 different churches?", "Is it supposed to nice today?". You may not get that, and that's ok.
At this age I thought I'd be happily enjoying my hobbies, working, and chasing grandkids, not scheduling my every move around my forever little girl. I'm not bitter, it's just not the life imagined. Judging me? That's ok too, but you can remove yourself from my page. You don't get it and I don't have time to convince you or make you understand. I took my forever girl shopping downtown, nothing much, just time for her to get out. We spend so much time at home it's nice to just wander. But, while I'm letting her browse for treasures I overheard a woman discussing her "little girl". "I hope (name) goes first, her sisters won't want to take care of her when I'm gone." It struck a cord. I think I felt my heart stop. Who will take care of her? Am I the only one that gives a shit? That conversation that I accidentally overheard is going to haunt me for weeks, months, possibly years. |
Cynthia"Don't put an age limit Archives
July 2018
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