It is regrowing. Slowly, like healing does, your skin will regrow into a stronger, firmer and more flexible organ. Healing, unfortunately, takes the thing we all hate the most and wish more of, in different circumstances: time.
You are healing every time you write and breathe. X
Thank you Abby. I logged off from here a while ago and am slowly finding my way back, so thank you for this comment, and apologies for my tardiness in response Abby Franquemont. I often like to think our loved and missed family members get these letters, somehow. Whether they do or don’t though, is really not up to me. But I do find them healing. Never stop writing!
I wrote this just before I left the house to go and set out on an adventure. Adventurers would call it a tiny one. A walk in the park.
But for me, the girl who can’t climb a ladder without crying, it was terrifying.
I am so grateful I did it.
And this, right here, is why I have a new rule — on the weekends my kid is with me, I log off; I ignore; I set an out of office message, because I found that — sadly — what I was doing — was using the phone or computer as a distraction while she and I were doing something — “quality time” became a “half eyeball on what’s happening”. When she’s not…
That was… unexpected.
“You see, while Sandra had her good points (like anybody) she was an acquired taste, a blend of insanity and volatile at the best of times, fire-breathing or tedious at the worst. She needed something to keep her going.”
You are an incredible wordsmith.