I hear a rigidly controlled Nancy when I talk to her, bound and determined to do it all on her own...no tears...no asking for help...no sign of weakness. She says she sees no reason for tears, they don't make anything better. Oh...but they do. They cleanse us, produce endorphins, in the end, they do make us feel better. But if control is what she needs to get through...who am I to say anything. I can only be supportive, pray for her and her family. Be there when or if she needs me.
Both my sister's are having mighty trials...but one mightier than them is at the helm.
Dark Phase Swallowtail
(c) J Dobbins 2010
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