I have had long, awful years that felt long enough to be entire lifetimes like that. But you find the good - if sometimes it's only the humor in the awful - and you keep trudging till the rains come and the life springs forth again. I remember hearing "bad things come in threes," but no one warned me that they come in multiples of three, all at once.
My mom died in 2002. So here's a thing - I see you, Therese. I managed to make more drama and trauma out of a damned spider - and a WORM - than you did out of the very REAL sort of daily life in Australia that keeps me out of your country altogether, at the BEST of times. Take care of yourself and keep finding reasons to smile and laugh and write.
Maybe this will give you a laugh and remind you just how strong you are (I feel like such a wienie, now): https://jahangiri.us/2013/breaking-rule-31-blogging-co-workers/
Honestly, you HAVE to laugh, because all THAT - you don't need a stuffy nose from crying to add insult to injury!
