A Loss Too Many

I’ve recovered from a lot

From my only daughter’s death

My son’s choosing different paths from me

Many furry friends along the way

My own parents deaths, and both my in-laws

I am the one in eight woman with breast cancer

Those are the major losses

Many paper cuts on my journey

But this one is the one

That is a loss to many

The loss of my home, my dream, my identity of me.

I can’t find the solid ground I once stood on, so proudly

I can’t find the internal resources to bounce back, this time

There seems no point in going on

My place in life is behind me

I don’t fit in this new world, actually never did fit anywhere

I see no rainbows

        No pot o’ gold

                   No happy ending

                              I’ve gotten to old.

What do I do with that grim truth?

Withdraw from the world?

Lie down and die?

No

         No

                  No

I will let all the small signs of caring, comfort and support patch me up.  I am like a crazy quilt pieced together with the “ties that bind”.  The invisible strands of family, friends and life are stronger then my grief.