I have taken many pictures lately and it will take a couple of blogs to catch up. Photo Friday was neglected yesterday. I actually filled-in/substituted at my former place of work. My plan had been to clean house … and… well, that can always be pushed to another day. So, off to work I went. My brain fired, engaged and actually recalled most of what I needed to do to be somewhat helpful. It was a good diversion from the week’s sadness to catch up with people I had worked with for nearly seven years.
The week started with the accidental death of a 23-year old man. He was the twin brother of my step-daughter’s boyfriend; and uncle of their daughter. A mother’s heart always aches for her kids, their friends, the parents, siblings and a close-knit neighborhood. You long for the right words to say in a situation for which there are no right words. Hugs, “I love you” and “I’m sorry” … It seems inadequate. It is inadequate. So, we also make food, to help out and to do something. Because we know that we can not remove the pain. Moms want to fix the hurt. Apply the band-aid, hold ice to the lump, administer the appropriate, healing medicine. Grief, however, must be endured. There are no quick-fixes. It is an injury that has to be adapted to … not healed from.
For now – just one picture of the full moon this week as it rose in the eastern sky before darkness settled.