Today marks what would have been dad’s 73’rd birthday. For some reason I have a harder time with his birthday month than I do the month he actually passed away (April, 4 years ago).
This year it occurred to me that I had forgotten it was his father’s birthday also, and George Washington’s birthday.
The passing of time has been difficult at times, but other times it isn’t. I’m thankful for the reprieve of the grief, but sometimes will feel guilty that it doesn’t sit with me all the time. I’ve been told if it did sit with me all the time that it would kill me, we are not meant to carry those burdens with us all the time – at some point we must lay it down and rest.
I often wonder for those that cannot lay it down, is that why they turn to drugs, drinking, gambling….they can’t find that rest unless they use, drink or hit that streak of winning.
Life is rough, it’s full of heartache, confusion, loss – nobody makes it out of here alive, but yet here we are, every day – putting up the good fight, some are able to face it more than others. It doesn’t make them weaker, they just have a lot to battle, they carry more than their share of the burden – they don’t ask for help.
I hope for anyone who is reading this that has an addiction issue, ask for help – it’s not yours to carry alone, let someone share that with you. You deserve rest too….🌷💚❤️