For those of you who do not know me, let me tell you a little story in pictures:
|Once upon a time|
|I had a son|
|Until he was 14|
I will not go into details except to say that in 1985 he moved in with his father and to this day, we do not speak- and it is not by my choosing. Tomorrow is his birthday. He will be turning 40. I had always hoped that he would have a change of heart far before this time. I can't help but to feel that he just doesn't care.
I will never stop loving him, and I will continue to pray for him and his family each and every day. Regardless of how long it takes, I will be here waiting.
In the mean time, there is always a slight chance he could stumble upon this blog after seeing it on his sister's page. So, therefore:
Do any of you have deep emotional things in your life that either helps or hinders you in your writing? At times like this, I find it almost impossible to write anything, so I will concentrate instead on editing.
And here is my wish for all of you today:
As always, thanks for reading.
Mother and Child statues from: