To blog or not to blog...

I am struggling, big time.
One moment I'm fine ( when painting or absorbed in a book *If I can), the next I'm bursting into tears.  
I'm quiet because I am so angry. 
I am so drained. I miss Jim. 
I'm worried about Elly. 
You have no idea until you are in someone shoes.

Give thanks.
I am thankful for the distraction of roses and others.
I do not want to speak when my heart fells such hatred.
I hate Golf.

Prayers are always appreciated.
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