I cannot make you well. I am not a doctor, nurse, maker of miracles. But, if I could you know I would because when I see your pain it fills me with a sadness I cannot put into words.
It has taken so many things from you…us. Sometimes at its worst you are a shadow floating around us; a ghost.
I would be a liar if I said it doesn’t make me angry because sometimes I could scream until my lungs burst. This anger is not for you but for it.
We do hide its impact on our lives from others because even though they care they wouldn’t understand…why should they?
Sometimes I feel so sad I can hardly breath but thankfully that is not often. I have to stay strong, be the prop; and that’s fine because I am not the one in constant pain.
We deal with this everyday; sometimes quietly, sometimes less so.
I know you don’t want sympathy because that is just a reminder of what you have to endure every day. But I want you to know that I am happy, I love you with every bone in my body, even when I am angry, and I wouldn’t want to walk this bumpy road with anyone else.
January prompt-a-day with write alm today’s prompt is – reflection.
You have no idea how good it felt to write that…personal therapy (aka daily writing).