My journey

It’s be a rough couple of months…ok…6 months.  Mom’s cancer.  Weird man issues. You name it, I’ve seen it.

I’ve run through a gamut of emotions. Depression.  Anger. Laughter. Tears.

I’ve learned a lot about myself. Some good.  Some horribly embarrassing.

I’m not mad anymore.  At him. At myself. At anyone.  I’m to the point now when I am moving forward.

Today was mom’s last chemo treatment.  We have a month respite before radiation starts.

I have a feeling I know what is going to happen in the future in some areas.  In some areas, I know that I know nothing.

Of one thing I am certain.  This Sunday, we are celebrating the Resurrection.  To get to the resurrection, you have to travel through the crucifixion.  Jesus chose to come to earth, take on human form, with the ultimate goal of taking the punishment that you and I deserve.  Good Friday (though I don’t know why it’s so good) always brings me to my knees.  That Jesus would voluntarily take on human form so that I may know everlasting life blows my mind.

So, yeah, the last six months have been trying.

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