After not sleeping in days and needing to but can't, I have the cognitive ability of shredded wheat.
I used to hear the statement, "My heart is breaking," and think that it was just so much melodrama. After all, the heart is a flexible little organ and can stand up to all kinds of things.
Today I learned that my heart is very capable of breaking. Amazingly, I also learned that when you have to, it is possible to remain quite calm all the way through the process.
Somehow I know that this will not be the last time I manage to cry myself hoarse. Boy am I glad that only the cats saw that display and they aren't talking. It isn't a bad thing- I now have an empty barrel for the morning and have no doubt that it will be refilled by the day's end.
Someone I love was able to put those hugs to very good use. There will soon be a web place with a disposal area for clean, healthy hugs seeking a good- albeit temporary- home. I promise to collect all partially used and recyclable hugs and find them good and loving homes when they are no longer needed by the primary recipient.
Edit- wrong word. Failed to convey what I wanted.