Wow, what a week. So many things handed down to handle and expected to handle with grace and strength. No time to mourn, fall apart and not a soul to lean upon. It is bootstrap time I guess.
I feel like as the bombs keep dropping all I can do is "duck and cover" keep myself alive and the rock in my family.
I want to cry and thrash and deny all these things are occurring. That I can fix them, make them vanish. Love enough, fight enough, hug tight enough that it will go all away.
The war is raging. I, and those fighting with me, won't go down without a fight!
Boveds, cover me; I'm going in!
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