As I hit Oklahoma I see the snow drift above my head. I look up as it towers over me. I remember that I could still say 'Wow' and not mean wow to the end of my heart.
The end? When he told me how his heart ached when he would see 'her' after a long period of time of not seeing her. A fluttering in his chest. It emptied his guilt. It gave him a peace to tell me, but unknown to him it sealed my path.
I spent two days in the car, and two days in between my Step mother's and grand mother's house holds. Why? Cause I feel like hell. I was sent there by one act, but as the Therapist pointed out to me.
"I'm a survivor, I will get past all this. I will learn from all of this. I will move on. Next step I hope is the US Army"
I hope
I hope....
That's it...I have hope, and fear. The pain is still there, and so is the fear, but I hope again.....
