Do you know how hard it was for me
To smile last night?
Do you know how hard it was for me
To help you out?
Do you know how hard it was for me
To talk to you about college and the like?
Do you know how hard it was for me
To just breathe?
Do you know how hard it was for me
To go from aveilus to simcha to more aveilus to more simcha?
Oh, how I wish it wasn't so hard...
But when I look at that empty seat, my heart constricts, and it's ever so difficult to enlarge it and accept all the happiness around me.
The title's sorta self explanatory, ain't it? This is the place where the things I dream are sent to cyberspace for all to examine, dissect, and return with comments.
2 comments:
Wow, you're really having a rough time. ((e-hug))
Sorry to hear you're going through so much now. There should only be more simchos in your life.
About a year ago my husband's grandfather died. My boys ran to my father-in-law (who was sitting shiva) and said Zaidy, please don't be sad.
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