Some days are harder than others. Yesterday I watched a movie with a hospital death scene, and gentle tears fell from my eyes. My daughter's death hits me when I least expect it. Even the happiest memories of her are often clouded by sad and lonely thoughts. I still clearly see her final days, and it breaks my heart.
I cry far more than anyone realizes. I
t is often difficult to keep myself composed. It is hard to hide the tears.
I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a tall cliff. The height is scary and frightening. It causes panic, fear, anxiety. I'm hopeful that I won't fall, and yet hopeful that I will.
