And then there were 2

        One more day I stand tall. Bending, adjusting
to the wind. One more layer of me peeled back.

        Words of tears that just fall once more down
my face. Another echo that howls inside my mind. Oh
my Father, Jehovah please lift me, carry me to
gain the food that is necessary.

      So little I will tell. So few will comfort me in my
time. My face will show streaks of weariness and pain
yet I will be with my new family. Building, rejoicing
for not being with their support I am unclear how
to step today.

      Such irony in numbers. Alone I may appear to the
world but millions are behind me. Some moments I will
feel lonely but I can turn to them, my spiritual family.

     Oh how my head quakes over and over. I tried so
hard not to cry early this morning but alas sleep did
not come after hearing news. Crying released me.

     I sat rocking myself while I prayed. I felt the
warmth of support gathering me as I shivered
uncontrollably.

      Still my face will show the weaknesses this morning
but the people seeing it will help me, hold me. Oh
Jehovah just bring me the strength as I choke down one
more sob.

      Relax me. I sigh. Hold me. Love me. Make me
strong so I can support the rest. For I know I will see
my grandmother in the resurrection.

      Oh now the only two remain. Aunt and niece. Lol
I never would have suspected two tough as nails, silent
types would be the ones enduring and supporting. Two
most unlikely pair left to get to know each other.

    Ah Jehovah I must admit your sense of humor is
grand. Alas I am grateful.

     So my dear friend, my dear sibling please I hope
you will seek me out, giving a hug of great strength to
show love and concern. That is all I can hope for.