I cannot believe how the days have been so long yet short, crazy fast but slow to end. So much to do but not enough time or not enough energy to do anything. My mind plays tricks on me, makes me think this is impossible but the warrior inside me says to push though, keep going & never give up! Can’t stop thinking, dreaming, remembering what life was like before all was lost. I can’t forget, no! I have to keep hanging on to those memories cuz that’s all I have! It’s not just things, it’s not just stuff! Whoever said that, “you can’t take it with you,” probably never lost it all anyways!! Don’t listen to those thoughts of defeat, I say to myself. But then someone blurts out, without even thinking, a stupid word that shatters my heart again into a million pieces. I think I can’t go on yet I am always thinking about home before the fire, 8 days a week. That’s what I want to remember, home. 💔
