It’s 5 am, the pain I feel is overwhelming but I’m going to suffer through it.
Surgery was a couple days ago, and I have to say real true friends don’t ask what can I do, they just show up and do it. They don’t sit back and wait on you to finally let your pride down, they pick up the phone, they call, they drop by unannounced.
I’ve had one person do that, and she lives 3 hours away. Calls twice a day to make sure I’m still alive. Got folks who like 10 mins away that don’t even bother. But I guess when I’m 6 feet under they may care then. But probably not.
Life just isn’t winning at this moment. The pain, the agony, the defeat. Feels like it’s all slipping away.