Illusions

It's all an illusion. This photo. The way I've been moving through my life. Going through the motions, day after day. Getting on with things. Attending year-end concerts, plays, parents' nights. And always with a smile.



Oh yes, I know I've been bad, so very bad, about keeping up with this blogging thing. I've tried and tried, but for some reason it's here that the real me keeps showing up. The tears come, and it's not pretty. It doesn't feel right to subject any of you to them. And frankly, I'm sick of my own tales of woe. Here's the latest: my grandma fell a month or so ago and broke her pelvis. She's now in a nursing home where I visit almost daily. See?



Staying busy and not thinking too much helps me get through the days. The nights are harder. It's hard, nearly impossible, to hide from my wonderful Bob. So friends, please bear with me. I promise to be back from time to time. I check in on all your blogs almost every day, I simply don't have much to say right now.



No one ever told me that growing older would be this hard.



Peace and love to you all.