It’s a rainy fall day and I usually love rainy days, especially rainy fall days. The dreariness reminds me of when I lived in England. I like the contrast of the brightly covered leaves against the gray sky.
This weather is totally indicitive of my feelings as of late.
The sky represents my losses.
My loss of faith in God.
My loss of faith in the healthcare system.
My loss of identity.
My loss of my future that I planned and the life I was living.
The loss of belonging where I was supposed to be. I was supposed to be a wife, not the odd widow in a group of married friends. My daughter wasn’t supposed to be the kid with a dead father in a class full of kids with two living parents.
But underneath the dreariness is some beauty brought on by all the pain.
I appreciate things more. I am less likely to take things for granted.
I am better able to recieve the love from others.
Underneath all this sadness, there is still hope.