Last night at approximately
10PM my grandmother,
Reva Mildred Arp Michelbook, died.
The world is sorely diminished.
Just me, aspiring mystic, lover of blue roses (a thing between my grandmother and I), and my thoughts, hopes, dreams, feelings...that which catches and holds my attention...out there for GOD and everyone to see...
the blank page stares at me
beckoning me to write
but nothing comes to me
and i just don't have the fight
to seek my heart
and pour it out
in this superfluous place...
I Can't Do This Plumb lyrics
I woke up late
Guess Im never really early
I hesitate, only to fail
I get so tired, of procrastinating
I need a change
Chorus:
I cant do this
I cant do this
I cant do this by myself
I cant do this
I cant do this
Oh God I need Your help
Im standing still
Im oh, so peaceful
I cant pretend, that Im fine
I get so ill, crazy agitated
When Ive not really died
Chorus:
I cant do this
I cant do this
I cant do this by myself
I cant do this
I cant do this
Oh God I need Your help
Press into me
Breathe me in
Bask in me
Youll be free, to do anything
Chorus:
I cant do this
I cant do this
I cant do this by myself
I cant do this
I cant do this
Oh God I need Your help I cant do this
I cant do this
I cant do this by myself
I cant do this
I cant do this
Oh God I need Your help
It was great to see him. To see he is struggling but surviving. To be around his comedic personality again. All of my kids really like him. I wish we all lived closer, or had more time/money/ability to visit more often. Sigh.