"My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you."
- Shakespeare
Today my stars shine darkly over me. I feel like I need to lock myself in a box so no one has to see my black mood. I don't have the energy to write in detail the events of last Saturday, but my friend, Lois, did a good job of it here.
I will say that a few of our little group of friends were with Tahsha the night she got the news about her husband's passing. We saw her face, heard her pain and the pain of her family. We will never forget the memory. Ever. We stood across the street from the hungry flames that ate away at Amy's home, her memories. We witnessed her pain as well. We grieve tonight for them both.
I wish there was some way to stop the churning awful aching in my stomach. I wish I could sleep, but with sleeps comes nightmares that I can't relive.
My stars shine darkly....
5 comments:
May you and your extended writer cubed family find deep, restful, dreamless sleep. There are many long days ahead that you will carry each other through. ((lots of love your way))
Well said. I'm right there with you. Some things are just to horrible too forget.
I love you guys with all of my heart.
This captures how I feel perfectly. If anything, all this craziness has taught me how much I love all of you.
So sorry for all that you and your friends have been through!
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