There are days when all I want to do is lay in bed and read a good book…the phone off, a pot of tea, maybe even some scones and homemade strawberry jam. Today is one of those days…Claire is at the lake with a friend, it is raining outside, and the temperature has dropped to, comfortable, from stinking hot. It has been a rough week, not for me, but for my friends. I know that sounds odd…let me explained…yes, briefly.
I’m an overly sensitive person…I wear my heart on my sleeve…many, mostly family, would say I am overly sensitive, and they are probably right. As a child my parents had to be careful what I watched on t.v. because I would empathise with the characters so much, that I would cry at every touching commercial, or thoughtful show. I apparently would cry hysterically at Lassie…the dog was fine every week, but I still could not hold back the tears. It has not changed much…during the movie, The Notebook, I was so upset that I descended to the ugly cry…where it’s hard to catch your breath, and you leak from every orifice of your face.
That being said, when my friends are having hard times, I empathise with them. I worry about how they are doing, wish I could fix things somehow, and am frustrated with myself that I can not. Illness and death, suffering and misfortune are, of course, a normal part of life. When it happens to family and friends, especially children, then does it not take a tighter grip on the heart? Most religions would say, yes, that is exactly what is supposed to happen, through suffering and compassion you become a better person. It stinks though, doesn’t it?
God Bless, Julia