In the face of your desperation, I am impotent, unable to reach out and help you. My shame brings me grief, and in my grief there is shame that I am selfishly bereaved about my uselessness.
I can only watch helplessly and give you trite assurances that I am here for you in spirit and in prayer.
Which to me, are insufficient, yet you stun my sensibilities by telling me it is enough that I care.
I will never know, can never know what you suffer and it is all too easy to pretend all is well. The distance between us makes it so simple to turn a blind eye.
Yet I must not, for to do so would render me little more than a callous onlooker and I am not called to be that.
So for now, you have what little I can do with my love, my hopes and my fervent prayers.
Be strong. May there be a light at the end of this dark tunnel soon.
:: And that's all she wrote 12:05 AM [+] :: 2 comments
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Anonymous said...
lo & behold.
was rummaging through my external hdd and stumbled across a favourites folder (that i would save whenever i'm creating a backup for the Annual Formatting of the PC - which is a real youknowwhat btw) containing dusty ol' links from Days of Yore. equivalent to unearthing a time capsule perhaps. not to mention a few gems.
the rest as they say is -insert alternative-
i am however unsettled by your last post. i hope all izz (sp) well and wish you a Better Friday come tomorrow.
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lo & behold.
was rummaging through my external hdd and stumbled across a favourites folder (that i would save whenever i'm creating a backup for the Annual Formatting of the PC - which is a real youknowwhat btw) containing dusty ol' links from Days of Yore. equivalent to unearthing a time capsule perhaps. not to mention a few gems.
the rest as they say is -insert alternative-
i am however unsettled by your last post. i hope all izz (sp) well and wish you a Better Friday come tomorrow.
Thank you, anonymous poster. I think the friday in question was pretty good, if I recall. Who...are you?
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