There is a scene in one of the Indiana Jones movies where the scary native guy reaches out and plunges his hand into the chest of the human sacrifice, and then pulls his clenched fist out holding the still-beating heart. Left behind is a gasping, vacant, chasm where his heart had been.
How can something hurt so much? How can you remember to breathe when pain obliterates even your vision and you find yourself a shadow- a yawning chasm of aching sorrow and grief?
How do you love someone so much, so entirely, and yet find yourself standing at the rocky, sharp edge of having to let them go?
I don’t know.
But here I am.
Dandelion Mama 
Oh how I wish I were there! (Physically)
You need a real-life hug.
One that lasts about 3 months solid.
I hope you are praying and listening like mad.
I hope you feel loved!
I’m so sad to hear this, Tracy! I’m keeping you and your family in my thoughts and prayers.
I am so sorry, Tracy. I’m praying for you always.
I thought of you during conference, Tracy, when they talked about the struggles of life. I hope you were able to hear some of it and find some peace in those messages. Praying for you and hoping things get better.
(((Tracy)))
love and hope to you.
Interesting you should choose that particular movie since it’s main focus was bringing the children peace and love and back to their village. When it comes down to it in the end, the pain may be excrutiating, but the children are happy and safe. Maybe that’s why we go through it.
Thinking of you so much right now!
Thinking of you…let me know what I can do. Good luck in Houston!
Prayers. Tears. Hugs.
You know we are all here for you. Anything you need.
Big hug Tracy. Wish I could give it to you in real life.
From your favorite author:
There is a basin in the mind
where words float around on thought
and thought on sound and sight.
Then there is a depth of
thought untouched by words,
and deeper still a gulf of
formless feelings untouched by thought.
Nanny entered this
infinity of conscious pain
again
on her old knees.
Towards morning she muttered,
“Lawd, you know mah heart.
Ah done de best Ah could.
De rest is left to you.”
Thank you everyone. There is no balm in Gilead tonight- but I do very much appreciate the virtual support. It helps me not feel so alone.
you will never be alone, ever.
I cannot imagine your pain and grief through all of this and this additional pain is almost too much for me to imagine one person bearing. I am sorry for you and praying for your comfort and guidance
Today is almost over. Tomorrow has to be better. There is no other option.
Oh Tracy. I’m so, so sorry. I wish I had something to offer other than prayers.