I am stuck in 2024 as my 90 year old mom is in a skilled nursing unit in excruciating pain. There are those few hours when her pain meds kick in and give her sweet pain relief.
2024 hasn’t ended for me. The call to meet the ambulance at the hospital on one of the few last days of the year, is still one big blur. It is the longest day of my life thus far. Every moment since that moment: the longest day in the history of me.
- When will you end? Will there be a minute, when I breathe again.
- I am not looking forward to you.
If you bring pain relief and resolve all the unresolved issues of this terribly long year: I will acknowledge you.
I am so weary of 2024.
2025? Is it possible that you will enable me to fathom you; to enter into the march and cadence of your journey home?
Tomorrow. Perhaps?
