To The Glue

I feel closer to my Dad right now than I have in years. I just keep hearing him whisper to me….you are your father’s daughter.

I am beyond tired physically and emotionally. I find comfort that there are people in this world that are two types. There are those who are the fighters and the doers….the get er doners (yes I know that isn’t a word). They carry it all, they do the grunt work and receive no praise. They get sick and still can’t relax because they have to fix all of the things. They are irreplaceable, but no one knows it until they are gone. They are the creative ones who carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. They spread happiness quietly, no fanfare….

They walk through fire and people say how are they standing? They suffer through pain silently…they find humor in places where none can be found…because they know happiness gives us all strength.

They make everything around them beautiful….and that is how they speak….they speak through beautiful spaces and how they dress and garden and flowers….and crafting and giving.

They receive no awards….no recognition….and this bothers them somewhat…..but the beauty of what they do is in the overheard conversations of nurses proclaiming joy out of things they received….the exclamations of people enjoying the spaces interior and exterior….the praise is in the laughter….the reward is in their joy.

You might be the person who plans the trips, and keeps everything together. The person who plans the parties and decorates. The person that is able to carry out every single detail….the one who makes it all happen. The one who steps in when others are sick and eases the burden. The one who keeps the secrets , that shares in the hurt of others. The one who does the ugly….and sees the sick and the hurting and the confused and marches in alone. The one who does the things that are heartbreaking….alone….who wants to just break down and cry but they knows they can’t…..because they are it….they are the glue.

I find myself here….in a world where most days…I want nothing more than to just disappear….to get into a bathtub and turn off all the noise….to not solve one problem…to not help one person.

Then I realize, that there are people that are just like me….and I cling to them….I can cry and they hug me…I don’t have to explain myself.

They cheer me on through dark and physically hard days….and they know just what I need.

To the clowns in my life……thank you for holding me together….so I can be the glue to everyone else. I love you all!!!

I hope you have people in your corner like I do! I would do anything for them….they are my glue, my confidants, my laughter, my strength….they make me unstoppable.