Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.

~ Tagore  ~

In the dark of the night I often cry out for help to still my sadness.  I become so overwhelmed by my grief and I suffer alone in the dark as the tears push and shove their way out of my eyes.  I promise myself every night before I fall asleep that I won't be upset when I wake up.  So, it appears I will be waking up this way until my last breath is drawn.  Its not easy being brave in situations like this.  I don't want my kids to suffer unnecessarily. But they are the ones with the stubborn uncaring spirits so it appears suffering their own karma is all that will enlighten their spirit in the end.   It is out of mans care now and in the care of the Gods.

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