To my Parent, both gone now, I'm sorry I caused you worry. I'm sorry I drank in your final illness, and when you died. It's not something I can take back.
To my Husband, I'm sorry for the sleepless nights, the knotted stomach, the worry when I'm away, the fear of a phone call, the wondering who will I'll be when you come home.
To my children, I'm sorry I couldn't be the mother who had all the answers, who was strong enough to never have a problem, who could always be there when you needed me.
To my grandchildren, I'm sorry you've had to learn about the uglier side of some of life's problems before you needed to. I'm sorry I haven't been the story-book Grandma.
To my other friends and family, I'm sorry for you worry and concern when you knew or didn't quite there was a problem, but didn't know what to do.
To myself, I'm sorry you've been through so much alone, and so sorry you didn't find this place sooner.d
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