Sometimes my heart just hurts.
There isn’t always a new development or specific reason (other than the general, you know, mom having a stroke and brain cancer thing). Sometimes it’s just painful, and there’s nothing I can do to alleviate the pain.
So I cry, and I sit with Jesus, and I watch TV (I’m really starting to like “Parenthood”). And I try to laugh, and chat, and be okay. And the pain is ignored, for a little while, but it doesn’t go away, not completely, anyway. Because when night comes, and I finally slow down, the pain comes back.
Sometimes my heart just hurts.
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