I have found a new idea of life.
Life is a someone that has put a flaming bag of sh*t on your front porch but doesn't ring the door bell. Sitting back laughing every time you say "Jesus Chris what is that smell?!" Sooner or later I will find the flaming bag of sh*t on my door step and put it out. But I feel that that time is as far away as I am from Pluto.
I sit here at home wondering what will happen when my mother passes. Sitting here trying to make her as comfortable as possible until the end. I wish I could do more for her, but I know that all my attempts will fail because this is the road that life has taken us to. I don't know what to do, it seems as though the problems, stress, and worries just keep piling up. Not only do I have to take care of my mother as she grows closer to a better place I have to take care of her wishes at the end, take care of an 11 yr old and a 2 yr old, figure out how I will fight for custody of my child when I am 1300 miles away taking care of the teenager that the stroke has dropped on my doorstep. *sigh*
I will hold my breath in hope that this will all pass soon, surely I will pass out from lack of oxygen soon enough...and I am sure you will hear about that.
This wasn't supposed to be about my life...but alas here we are.
Good news- Christmas is on it's way...time for a new header! Get ready!!!
"These tears we spill, they haunt us still..."
1 comment:
In an attempt to get philosophical; If said person doesn't ring the doorbell, wouldnt the burning bag disintegrate by itself?
I guess that would symbolise that without the doorbell being rung, we actually have no control over life, and we should, as you said, simply make things as comfortable as possible.
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