There is so much I want to say, but I find I keep holding back. I’m trying to make this an upbeat log, to show you that I’m not all gloom and doom, but it’s hard to do that when you have to watch one of the strongest, smartest people you know wither away before your eyes. And when it’s your mother, it’s twice as hard.
Still, I find with each passing day, I holding back more and more tears, and trying to be strong. It’s not that I’m uncaring or that I can’t show emotion…far from it. I’ve shead too many tears in the past month. I’m thinking more of the future, and of my sister. She’s going to need someone strong to lean on. I need to fill that role.
I owe it to her. I owe it to my mom. And I think I owe it to David, her father.
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