The tears don’t stop today… there are little breaks… but they are ready to pounce without notice.
Some years this day goes by and I don’t remember until supper time… it’s Julie’s birthday.
Usually my Grandma will call… and I don’t answer because I don’t want to weep with her… I want to do that in solitude.
I want the darkness… with the smallest flickering candle to keep me company.
A place where I can hide… and still have the hope of light…
Happy Birthday Little Sister… today is a hard one.