Well, yes, Abigail, they do. This is going to be a strange post. I can feel it. It is that time of year when stress levels are high, people are frenzied, and life generally speeds by. We are grabbing food on the go, shopping at the speed of light, and generally forgetting about the universe that is around us. Well, some of us are. I am coping pretty well.
Some of us are not. My blog is my online journal, and what I recently experienced has affected me to the point where, if I don't put it out here, well, as my SL says, my head will explode. I had left a blog comment about this on another site, and thought that it would be enough to lay it there. It was not.
Yesterday, I did the daily walk to the mailbox. Usually there is no one else there, but yesterday my neighbour was approaching at the same time. She had been going through some pretty rough stuff lately. Pressures at home with kids, husband working odd shifts, and she had recently lost a dear and close friend, and was trying to deal with that. I had asked her how she was doing, and she began to sob. She told me that her mother had died. It happened about two weeks ago, and they had just returned home after the 17 hour drive. I felt so bad for her, and hugged her while she continued to cry. Then she told me the story. She had received a phone call saying that her mother had gone missing. They were looking for her, and would call when they found her. There was a subsequent phone call a few days later when they found her mother. She had jumped off a bridge and killed herself. No answers. No letter. No reason. There is a kicker to this of course. Her father is handicapped, and her mother had been taking care of him. He is now alone in another province, and will not move where his daughter lives. So she is living with the additional stress of worrying about her father.
Anyway, there is nothing that I can do. I can't make it go away, and I can't make it better. But I wanted to do something. I needed to do something. So,while I was shopping, I picked up a scented candle, so that she can light it, and sit, and relax. I told her that she can come over anytime, and she thanked me.
Sometimes the things in life that we think are so huge, really are not. Sometimes we need to take a step back. We sometimes have to look outside of our little box, the little world that we box ourselves into, and look into the eyes of those around us.
What else is there?