Friday, August 3, 2012
Sometimes, I wish that I wasn't always so eager to volunteer.
Sometimes, I want to grab my children, run, and never look back.
Sometimes, I wish this horrible disease would just stop.
Sometimes, the cruelty of this disease is overwhelming.
Sometimes, it is so sad that it is funny.
Sometimes, I want to go back to when this disease was just starting and I didn't think that it could get worse.
Sometimes, I wish my kids were able to remember their grandmother when she wasn't angry.
Sometimes, I would like to be the person that I thought I was.
Sometimes, I need to remember that we do what we have to do and that there is no other choice.
Sometimes, I want to scream but I say nothing at all.
Sometimes, the guilt is the hardest burden of all.