Sunday, March 4, 2012
Roller Coasters
I have never liked roller coasters. My earliest memory of riding one is with my Pawpaw Davis when I was very young. It was a small roller coaster for kids and Pawpaw had on one of those hats that men wore back then ...it flew off during the ride. I don't remember exactly how I felt when the ride ended, but I'm sure it didn't thrill me. I've ridden many coasters just because of peer pressure and/or family pressure. I even rode one years ago where riders were almost standing up. It was a strange feeling, especially going upside down a couple of times. It's been years since I've been on a physical roller coaster but for the past 2 years, I've been on one very long emotional ride. I cry one minute, laugh the next, feel calm one day and anxious a couple of days later. One Sunday, I will love my new church and the following week, I feel like an outsider. I spend a good amount of time with other people and yet, deep down, I almost always have a nagging feeling that I'm alone. Losing your husband and your mother just 19 months apart is bound to take you on a wild ride, a huge, scary ride called GRIEF. Like I said...I've never liked roller coasters!!
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If only you knew when the roller coaster would stop. I'm praying for you and I love you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, my love!! We all need to pray for each other...I'm not the only one grieving for Dad and for Grandma. Love you, too!!!
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