The very one day in like, a mullen years I'm finally home to chill and have some self-time, what do you get, but events, events, events.
Visited my brother in the morning. I thought it would be better, that we were getting stronger, unlike the visits in April and the one the week before where we cried a mullun tears. Didn't expect the mutual breakdown when the Sir announced, 'Boys, go to the back, time's up'. I hugged him from his profile, bitter pearls cascading down like torrential pours of rain, and as he engulfed me in a tight hug, I realised that his own were falling, as fast and furiously as my own. To have to let him go, I've never felt such acute pain, like fatal stabs in the heart.
His court case's on the 19th. Pray for him, with me, wish him luck. Thank you.
A dear friend of mine got into an accident. We were once so close, he had my back, I've got his. So silly us both, it was even indirectly a fault of mine he landed in hospital last year. It's been 3 years. Issues this year tore us apart. It was painful to have to pass his workplace and walk by like it never meant anything at all. But I never forgot how gentle and kind he was when I was tormented by heartbreak, the angel he sent my way to help me deal, to now one of my best friends and how good he always was, like a big brother to me, sending me all the way home though it was out of the way just to make sure I got home safe and sound. Thank you, big one.
His operation's tomorrow. Pray for him, too, with me, wish him luck. Thank you.
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