The Book of Me

Today was tough. Today was my first day back to work after spending the last 2.5 months caring for my most prized possessions: my children. But now after another devastating round with cancer, it's time for our family to try to find our new normal again. But it's hard. We never had "normal". I guess it's our own definition of normal, just like each and every other family out there.  But today was tough.  Today I had to walk away from my children's tears and go back to what was routine before April 30th happened. My heart sank and my own eyes welled as I drove away waving like a panicked swimmer in shark-ridden waters. It was the first day of kindergarten for us all over again.  Except today was tougher.  Today my children were still suffering from the scars left from a month of unusual terminology, strange places and people who cut other people open but are called heroes for doing so. A confusing time for two six-year-olds. It was unlike the two ...

I am a writer. But I am at a loss for words This journey has filled me with emotion trapped inside, not yet able to escape There have been glimpses of the flood ahead A trickle through the cracks But the gates have not opened I cannot find words for what haunts me inside This journey has been lived once before and will again, not an end in sight There have been glimpses of the flood ahead A trickle through the cracks But the gates have not opened Forever will I fear the unspoken words This journey has brought upon our lives in every day, not a rest to be had Until the gates open There is hope in the flood. A current so strong all fear washed away This journey has a purpose A plan so perfect not yet able to comprehend