~ As many of you know, I lost my mother the 18th of September, 2015.
How many times have I heard - have I said - time heals everything?
I suppose I should try to hold to that adage with a firmer grip than
I seem to be doing, for time feels like anything but my friend. I am
experiencing a difficult time trying to write - trying to find the
right words to scribble my non-existent ideas of which my mind tries
so hard to summon. I'm sure many can relate to how I'm feeling, especially
those who have experienced the loss of someone extremely dear to them. I'm
sure it will return, but while I'm waiting, the feelings of hopelessness
keep holding me in their firm grip. Such is the message within these few
unconvincing words in this prose. ~ R.B.