Quiet times ...
... are the hardest: mornings where I still wake to a pain in my chest that can only be relieved by distractions of a day not yet started, and late evening hours when I am the only one still awake, dreading to surrender myself to the stillness and quiet of bed, where it can be a long time before sleep (and as always) bad dreams find me.
posted by Virginia @ 6:55 AM
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When my Dad died, my "childhood best friend' had promised to come be with me. She had known him well. When I called her she was busy. She later called and left phone messages angry I wasn't keeping her up to date with information. I sent an email saying this was hurtful and her response was that I needed to get my act together. I have not mourned the loss of what I realize was not a true friendship. I regret not purueing other people for friends, people who would have been there for me. Life is a constant learning experience and some of those lessons are painful and take a long time to get over. You will get there but it takes time.
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