Taking Me to My Knees

Maybe it is a song, seeing a book in a young child's hand, a sound of a familiar response to a question; the sum adds up to a moment that takes you to your knees. You try to recover, but in your exhaustion of always being sad the coping skills are less than sharp.

So you start down a slippery slope, with one thought leading to another until you feel as though you are facing a daunting wall of second guessing, the fear of "could be's and what if's". The loneliness of wandering through uncharted, and certainly not requested, waters. It comes down to the shear strength of fighting back tears and trying to focus on the task at hand.

And when we feel like we will not recover, can't move another step forward, somehow we remember the best times of our family. The laughter, the jokes, the funny cards, the hugs and our love for each other. Yes, that is what brings us back to life every time.