Long walks by the creek.
Picnics by the river.
Sitting the old barns, imagining what the hustle and bustle was like in years past.
Days spent away from everyone in log cabins with nature trails.
Solitude and peace for hours on end.
Getting back to the fundamental roots of my soul.
I'm trying to learn how to accept betrayal, I supposed everyone does and it is possible that we never learn the key. I'm very forgiving, too much so and have been for most of my life. Yet each time it stings like it was the first experience.
Gathering composure to continue my responsibilities, I put the hurt aside and move on. I am trying to maintain my course of health first, after learning uncomfortable information at the physician's office this morning, yet reinforcing the need to concentrate on me - not others right now.
We will go to the visitation for John Paul tonight, and Tiffany will need my strength, not my weakness at this time. We will lay him to rest tomorrow morning, finally.
Maybe this Saturday on our day trip, I can gain strength, or peace, whichever I need to keep going.
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