A picture is worth a thousand words, or so the saying goes.
If I had a picture of myself this morning, and were I willing to post it, you’d see me puffy eyed and with red blotches around my nose. Then you would know, without my having to tell you, that I have been crying and that I cannot stop crying.
I am like last summer’s weather. Last summer, when you couldn’t plan any outdoor thing, because it rained almost all the time.
I cry myself to sleep, I wake up crying and I cry almost all day. And why is it that you cannot cry without your nose getting in on the act? You can see where I’ve been because of the tissue trail that tells the tale.
And now all the nerves on the left side of my body, from the top of my head to the tip of my toes are like sharp blades, slicing deeper whenever I make a sudden movement.
After days of pleading, I saw Andrew in my sleep. His beautiful face was looking at me from the mirror in my bedroom. I was aware of seeing him in my sleep and I was grateful that he had come to me, albeit too briefly.
Oh Lord, when will I see my son again? PLEASE let me see my son… There is so much to talk about still, so many hugs aching in my arms, so many things to do… Please…