In the Backseat


"I like the peace
In the backseat
I don't have to drive
I don't have to speak
I can watch the countryside
And I can fall asleep

My family tree's
Losing all it's leaves
Crashing towards the driver's seat
The lightning bolt made enough heat
To melt the street beneath your feet

Alice died
In the night
I've been learning to drive
My whole life
I've been learning


I like the peace
In the backseat
I don't have to drive
I don't have to speak
I can watch the countryside

Alice died
In the night
I've been learning to drive
My whole life
I've been learning how"
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@Sunshine......hello. I assume the above is in memory of your friend.

Time doesn't heal all wounds, but it does make them less painful and enables the light to shine through and remember a particularly happy time with a loved one. It's the time when the leaves (our loved ones) start to fall. It hurts.

How is your daughter these days? Did the doctor have a diagnosis ? Yours, L.
 
@Sunshine......hello. I assume the above is in memory of your friend.

Time doesn't heal all wounds, but it does make them less painful and enables the light to shine through and remember a particularly happy time with a loved one. It's the time when the leaves (our loved ones) start to fall. It hurts.

How is your daughter these days? Did the doctor have a diagnosis ? Yours, L.

Hi Lenora. Thank-you. Grieving is quite a process.

My daughter has mostly been cleared by Drs thus far. Three tests were slightly elevated but the Drs are not concerned....although it seems it might be worth looking into further with her symptoms as one is her thyroid and one inflammation in her intestines. But anyways, she continues to have improvements with my homeopath, month two. There are ups and downs, food related and possibly other triggers to her immune system. Such is the case with these mysterious illnesses these days. I am blessed Drs are not finding much. That also means i have to find out what it is which is tricky at best, as so many know here. It seems dysautonomia in nature (from what i can gather) but her Chicago GI specialist had never even heard of dysautonomia and yeah, you get it.
 
And you're the crazy mother, right?

Yes, grief is an odd thing. Many of us don't really feel it until a few weeks later (and then no one understands why we're a bit down). When you have too much of it, it's like a pile of bills waiting for you to deal with them individually.

My mother used to say that my father was the "lucky one." At this age, I do understand. (He died at the tender age of 40). She was left with 9 children and no money. In addition to there being a huge gap in the family, she contended with a lot. Life does extract its toll. :heart: Lenora
 

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