Confusion has wrapped its arms around me; perplexed. If all my worries could just vanish when I run down the street. But I only collect more along the way. Life's obstacles seem to intensify lately. So I am having one of those days. I was amazed tonight as I checked the blog to see more views and readers still following our journey.
Today I visioned myself at Ronald McDonald house, instant flashbacks; a ton of bricks hit my heart.
Then there was this story on the radio; a duck with a broken leg landed in the front of a vet's office. I could not stop crying, guilt rushed through me like no other. All I could think of is where was our miracle? There must have been somewhere, some place, someone? Anger sure gets in the way. I even get wrapped up in a butterflies last flight knowing the bitter cold nights are close in sight. There is no correcting a malfunctioned heart. Go ahead call me the Tin Man tonight.
It's been a quacky day!
For kicks, here is the story of the duck. It really is a happy story. I have to smile knowing one of Mason's very first words was Duck.
http://www.heraldonline.com/2011/09/28/3404249/a-quacking-miracle-duck-lands.html
1 comment:
Andria, don't be surprised that people are still following your blog, your family touched a lot of hearts. Just 2 weeks ago I was driving on 435E and I saw a bunch of green balloons in the air, they made me think of Mason. I don't know who they were for but for me, the balloons were for your son. Mason was a very special boy and you are an amazing person that has been given an unbearable task that no one should ever deal with.
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