Chapter 11:11

...Her deep raspy voice cackled out through the smoky haze as I left the room. I smiled to myself and walked out to my car. Her beloved gardens were once again weed free, and her little porcelain figures all polished and perched in the red mulch.  I had heard the latest of her family drama, had an argument about smoking,  heard the latest on her aches and pains, and why it was the doctors fault she was a quadriplegic,  and I had been well fed and watered. It was the same every time.  Summer time was our favorite. We spent hours together in her gardens, trimming,  weeding, hoeing, and raking. We planted and transplanted flowers and shrubs, and she taught me all kinds of tricks to her trade. I did all the work. She sat in her wheelchair sassing the nurses and telling me of the days before she was paralyzed. That women was capable of getting what  ever she wanted. When Lenore spoke you did exactly what she said. No questions asked. But in all...

Yes, I took a break from writing. Life has a way of utterly exhausting you sometimes. It's been a struggle with my health, family and other social stresses, school, lack of tacos, and lots of other things that seemed to pile and pile. Now that those few horrendous months have past, and the dust from the piles have settled, I'm looking back in awe of the damage. Of what used to be my life. Of who I thought I was and what I though I was Capable of doing. It's all gone now. All that's left is a timeline of God's Grace and miracle after miracle. Learning ad growing and trusting and living and dying. It's a timeline. It's a painting. It's a story. It hurts. It tears up everything you ever knew. But its that thing of life that we just need to learn. Gods ways are best. Every single time.  I'll leave it at that. Blessings