Prayers

Her little hands were folded. Her eyes squeezed shut. She said " God, please help my Gammy get her job back ". The things the children pick up on. Just trying to stay focused. Not panic. Not let the anxiety creep in. I will be OK. I am a survivor. Have a very long drive tomorrow. I am not looking forward to the rapid depletion of my money into the gas tank but I am going to try and enjoy the day with my son and grand daughter. The colors have changed back to dull over the last week, after being bright for the first time in years. But I am hoping I will see a glimpse of brightness. Hoping and praying.