Stress and feelings. They make me write. I am experiencing both today.
Being November 29. It is a day I would like to keep off the calendar. It produces memories that I can keep tucked away the rest of the year. The pain of death is difficult. Simply, I miss my dad.
A family member is in surgery right now. It is a long and serious surgery. It came out of the blue. I fear those situations.
Another family member is at a funeral of someone who took their own life. I question the way of the world. I question my own decisions.
The end of the day will soon come and I will rest.
I feel sad. Not hopeless.