“Once upon a time, happiness was found behind the ruins of these walls.”
I’m sweating up a storm this morning as my body is fighting the symptoms of being sick. I’ve been resting as much as possible, but it’s been tough. I saw this building yesterday after seeing Mom and although our house looks like a 100 times better and is not abandoned, the title of this post is what it reminded me off. These walls once knew happiness and have seen so much. From blood, sweat and tears, to happy moments filled with memories and laughter. It’s not the same without Mom, and how could we ever think that it would be, when such a key part of it’s history is being removed. I’m touched by all of your prayers and kind thoughts to my prior post and will answer all comments shortly and on a personal level. I’m going to fight through the sickness and not feeling good once more, and go see Mom in a bit. I’m grateful for all the help and support I have gotten from my family here, as it is not always easy without your own wheel.