Days...

I so don’t want them to be, little sweetheart, but sometimes it seems that most days are bad days. I miss you so very much and the ache leaves me to just give up, lay down, hope that you’ll find me in dreams, linger in sleep.

And it hurts doubly because I know I need to be doing things - the things like writing for you that keep you near me and honor you. I feel bad and then I feel guilty and even worse.

I’m trying to get better at it. I’m trying to forgive myself when these feelings so twist me and bring me to a halt. If I can just live in the quiet of it and ask for your help, pray quietly and sincerely, in time the darker clouds will lift, they will pass and I’ll be able to do as I’m meant to, of, for and about you.

Please help today, little sweetheart. I miss you so.