get well soon, mom
I am not now, nor have I ever been a religious person. But this mental and emotional unrest has caused me to try to seek solace in some very unlikely pursuits.
I don’t know how to pray. I don’t even know what I would pray for that wouldn’t seem completely self-serving. I’d feel like the athlete that asks God to help him beat the other team, or the lottery ticket buyer who asks to have the winning numbers fall in their favour.
But just in case someone is listening up there/out there: I am in a bit of a rough patch at present, and could use whatever calming words/presence you could send my way, and I would love for those things not to come as a result of Vitamin W or through hours spent on an analyst’s couch. So if you have a little extra piece of peace to spare, I’ll take whatever you feel like giving.
(I should say that while my mother isn’t as sprightly as she used to be, I don’t think she’s unwell. She is aging, and when I talk to her I hear more news of physical complaints and ailments than I used to, but she’s never been one to be up front about what’s going on with her. But she’s the primary reason for my upcoming visit to Atlanta, just so I can see for myself how things are.)
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