Oh my, this all rings of truth and how-it-is. I dreaded the people who knew my family, and the conversations. I learned my limit was 2, max, and then would put my hand up to say "no." And plow on.

Those prayer warriors in the aisle... you had me in tears. That's okay... tears are always a release, even now, eight years later. I think they're just tears-of-recognition. You are now in a place to be able to write and share... and that is something.

God bless! and Peace.

Thank you for sharing.