Prompted : here I am

Sometimes it is easy to forget the past, sometimes the past drapes over is refusing to be set aside. Some parts we cling to, begging to not forget any facet of it.

I’ve not been open or very honest about some of my feelings in the last 5 years. I’ve learned to be silent, to swallow my words when I’m hurting the most. I’ve been through a war over my daughter and know how deeply it has effected her by parties I had no control over. I’ve feel my soul splintered when my father passed, the greatest person I’ve ever known and my rock.. I’ve learned to be strong and silent to support my grieving family. I carry such weight but I try to make the most of every precious moment. I am forever changed but aren’t we all. Isn’t that life?

-SJW