I like words. They have always been my friend. Yet there are times that they have failed me… like now. The longer I live my life, the more I live through life’s ugliness. I am currently almost drowning in ugliness as I watch my brother slowly die. I know God’s will is for him to be healthy and live. But our minds and bodies are not perfect. My brother has endured so much and has fought a valiant fight, but he is tried. He wants the pain, his and everyone else’s, to end. So here I sit, unable to find the words to describe my heartache and my concern for those people he and I both love so much.
Fickle April in the Italian Language
4 days ago