After months of blogging, I have lost my voice. No, I haven't lost my physical voice. Not at all. I have lost my writer's voice. Oh to go back to when I could half laugh at my son's choices.
The pain of Jen is all consuming.
I look across the street daily...screaming out to God...begging Him to heal her.
Today...I am worried.
There are more cars out in front.
I don't know what that means...They are looking into hospice...Did Jen come home?...Did Jen go home?...I feel like I am in a nightmare. I can only imagine how they feel.
The kids got to spend the some of the week with G-pa and G-ma Worley in the Springs. When they called. The first question out of Hunter's mouth every time they called was "How did Ms. Jen do today?"
I spend hours crying...Oh the pain that they must feel...
People talk about needing to say good-bye...Needing closure...It makes me insane to hear that...
What about Ray?...what about the kids?...They need JEN!!!
Who are these people to think they need closure?
I know that j0y comes in the morning.
Where oh where is the morning.
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