......................whenever someone says to me "Life is a funny thing..." I want to take the nearest blunt instrument and cave in their skull.
Life is not funny.
It can have funny patches and it can have those moments of pure, genuine bliss that sweep you off your feet.
But then there are those times of confusion and fear that leave you reeling from one step to the next.
I know someone whose gait has been unsteady for a long time and I find all the little pricks and cuts of my everyday life paling beside his.
It is times like this I find my faith tested. Why is such a good person so unhappy, so scared and so miserable that death seems a valid alternative for consideration. (At least in their mind during their dark periods)
No this is not a post about myself wrapped as something else. This person is someone in my life and I worry about and for them all the time.
The worry is one of helplessness. There is nothing I can do for this person. And sadly, even the emptiness I feel when acknowledging that statement is minuscule compared to their pain.
I don't know what to do for this person. I don't know if anything can be done for this person.
I will continue to support this person and make certain that I can provide whatever it is this person needs.
It is a dreadful place this person is in.
This persons' life is far from funny.