I woke this morning with a strong urge to clean the garage. I took a momentary lapse from reality, thinking I just might do it. We still have packed boxes from when we returned from Shepherd Center in February 2010. I wanted to do this since last fall to allow Sue to pull her car in. I hate that she needs to scrap the frost from her windshield on cold mornings. The thing is, I can’t do either — clean the garage or scrap the ice — to help her. The garage is destined to be a mess and I simply cannot leave Ryan to help Sue.
This Most personal freedom is gone. Ruined. Kaput! It’s not up to me to me anymore. Somethings got to give, and it has. The unfortunate thing is that it touches others. It’s the domino-effect in all it’s flippin’ glory. When the Newark, DE punks
pushed kicked that first tile over, it started a whole series of effects downstream. If not for them, the garage would be clean and Sue would be warm. Think about it…
Then think about what is to come. Scary, isn’t it?
I try to not. I’ll live in this moment, thank you very much. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. But, it’s more likely I’ll need to build that bridge first. I simply can’t count on those who did this to our family to accept responsibility. Those bastards should be the ones building the bridge. Is that too much to expect? If nothing else, they should fund the project.