today doesn't hurt as much. or, rather, it hurts differently. i worry about you constantly. i don't want to bother you, because you've never been one to want to be bothered by people wanting to know how you are. i get that from you. i'd rather be alone and deal with things on my own than have to tell someone what i need or how i'm feeling. i just want to feel it and be done with it.


today i pray that you'll ask. that whether you need company or help or food or more soft kleenex, i pray that you'll find the strength to be humble and ask those of us who love you very much. i hope that you'll ask God for the peace that you so deserve. you are such a strong woman - have been all my life - and i pray that you'll continue to be strong, but will know that it's okay to be weak - to be scared and sad and mad - too.