I'm still here, still believing though I don't always know why. Last year was the worst of my life. Son Malik was so sick. He spent large portions of the year in the hospital. When I think about it, I want to scream or throw up. I spent much of the time howling like a banshee then acting like a smiley bobble head doll in the hospital. But that's what you have to do. It wouldn't have helped him at all to see me breaking down.
But it's a new year now. Time for a change they tell me. Or maybe it's a CHANGE. We'll see. The important thing is that if I'm still here, there must be a reason. There must be something for me to do, some task to complete. One would think that by now I'd know my much touted "purpose in life," but I guess that has to wait till I grow up.
Meanwhile, I'm going to continue this search. Hey, my son's alive. All the rest is one big ole piece of double fudge mocha chocolate goodness.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
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