It's Hard, Ain't It Hard, Ain't It Hard, Ain't It Hard: the No Good, Awful, Terrible, Very Bad Day

Sometimes things are so sad, and so hard, and not your story to tell - and they follow you in and out of rooms and around corners and out into the street and you feel like you're riding on some perverted, malformed roller coaster. There's nothing to do, really, but apologize for the maudlin language, sit back and hang on for dear life. 

Like the Counting Crows song about sitting in the hills in Hollywood hoping "this year will be better than the last." The new year is coming so I suppose that's worth considering. It's hard though.

For those of you who know us, nobody's sick and nobody's dead and we're still married and our family seems fine. This is something else. And it's really, really hard - because it doesn't feel right or fair or even sensible. We've gotten through everything else so I guess we'll get through this too. I wouldn't even bring it up but I own those of you who are still taking the trouble to stop by here an explanation for the silences between posts. Just wish us well, OK?

Comments

[Liza]

Cindy, my friend, you have my love and support. I wish I could help, and I understand how things can be unblogable.

Just know that we love you, and we are here.

[kittysmith]

Cindy, I'm keeping you and yours in my thoughts and wrapping you with all of the concern and comfort this stranger can muster.
My sincerest hope is that things get better or - at the least - more manageable very soon.
Best Wishes,
Chris

[Ilana-Davita]

Thinking of you. Hope things get better.

[Jen]

I've had to deal with some things like that and not being able to talk to anyone is the hardest part. I am sending love.