Split Apart

I am sitting here, for how long I don't know, so I better write quickly. I should be with my sister. She is having a tumor removed early in the morning and I was supposed to be with her, but I woke up too sick to even get out of bed and that is where I have been all day. Tonight I felt good enough to move from my bed to my big chair where I watched a movie and cried.

I cried partly because the movie was sweet and partly because my life is so sweet. Sometimes I think I will just split in two and all the sweetness that surrounds me will escape into the air. What a silly fantasy...and yet.... not so silly at all.

It seems most stories and movies are written about people who are bad and then do something good, but my eyes and heart have been given the amazing gift of knowing people who are just plain good. Sweetly, genuinely, heart shatteringly good and I wish I could share that with all of you.

So I sat here in my big chair and just cried and cried and at last I feel like a teapot whose steam has finally been released, leaving me warm and bubbling with joy. A life is filled with so many moments but mine seems overflowing with a disproportionate number of good ones.

And now, I need to go back to bed.