I pondered for a long time today about posting and then found a blog with a lady who is in despair and doesn't care about life anymore and it almost felt like she was writing about me. I am not going to give up on my dream of getting my parents home until the last ounce of breathe is gone from me. I go from anger to joy of thinking of living there permanently. My dream craft room is there and it's the only thing that is keeping me going, plus the prayers from people I have never met. If my dream fails, I am going to seperate myself from all the negative forces that incompass me at times. I know that I too can be negative, but I am always there for other people to help in any way I can, but when it's time for help, every one in my life is busy. It was a very difficult move and I have helped people pack and move so many times that I thought about going into the packing business.
I want to be happy again and smile like there is no tomorrow, but it isn't coming easy. I miss crafting because it always got me out of the darkness I felt at times. I miss my parents so much and thinking that their house may go to a stranger is heartening for me.
I am leaving again tonight to go back to their house and will miss all of you. Please don't forget me while I'm gone-lol. You have helped me through some bad times and the person I need most is always busy and I can understand to a point. I have never been too busy for those I love. I have often changed my plans to fit their needs, but never once have I gotten that from those I need.
I am excited about visiting my daughter in Vancouver, Wa, so if any of you live near, let me know---maybe you would like to join me on Main St. to tour some great little shops, including my daughters.
Will see you in about a week. Have a great week and I will check on you when I return. Love and Hugs, Pat