Soulshine

Stopped dead in my tracks...denial doesn't suit anyone. Fuzzy...I am feeling that awful blur that follows a "sleep seizure", which I had last night and perhaps last week too, as this horrifying bullshit was unleashed. Or perhaps it is intense shock...too fuzzy, not sure. Get better Bobby, fight, remember you have a beautiful life to come back to...please come back.

This resounds in my sore and fuzzy head as the mother of all headaches...
Wait on me Baby, wait...I will be there tomorrow. Today I will care for my soul and my heart and my bones. Today I will attempt to be kind to myself...my head, my belly, I may even take a bath then I will hug my little Mads and be sure her heart and her soul are okay today. She misses her Dad and is trying to process  this with her little eight year old heart...she needs comfort and God will be there with us.