How do you explain the feeling when your very breath has been taken from you other than being in a card game with the devil. One hand looks encouraging but you’re afraid to be too hopeful in case you bring bad luck. The next hand dealt is what you feared, cards wrapped with the bony white cold fingers of looming death. Beneath it all you have sparks of hope, how can you not…when your spouse is facing the road that is rocky with cancer how do you support them, how do help them get through the pain, how do you help them face the fear. And the children, what words do you choose to ease their pain of losing a parent, knowing its going to happen but not knowing when. I find strength in God, when I can’t do it on my own I reach out. A song that has been a support is “Calling all angels” by Train. When I need to be strong and the support for my family I thank God for the blessings he has given us and listen to Calling all angels. Somedays it’s just like the words in the song…”I need a sign, to let me know your here”
