You know how it is when you struggle with how to write something and then you type it, delete it, type it again and then delete it again? And you do this again and again and again until the eyeballs in your fingers glaze over?
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt and it’s itchy.
So I will simply say thank you.
Thank you for all of your thoughts and prayers.
For offering them up to my family without demanding details or an explanation in return.
For lifting my family up and wrapping them in the warm and comforting embrace of hope.
Your words have brought me a sense of peace amidst the screaming chaos. They have made me smile when I thought I had forgotten how.
I am humbled.
It is inevitable that I will come out of this darkness a changed person. It is my hope that I will come out a better one as well.
We are taking each day as it comes and hoping that one day soon, the good ones will outnumber the bad ones. Until then, I am trying to stay positive and, for the time being at least, avoid analyzing the male psyche because I’ve come to learn that analyzing the way men think is kind of like giving birth to an angry porcupine without drugs … it’s no fun and you bleed a lot.
I’m also trying to find my way back to writing as that has always been my comfort zone. I hope I stumble across the funny along the way. It’s got to be somewhere around here. I’m thinking it might be hiding underneath that moment last week when my mild-mannered, good-natured, docile, sixty-four year old mother-in-law yelled OH MY GOOD GOD FUCKING SHIT two seconds before she yelled DAMMIT, DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD?
See you soon.