Transitions

It’s getting harder and harder to keep my insecurities at bay these days. 

No… this has nothing to do with my dream of becoming a published author.

This has to do with Mom.  As I walk down the hall that leads to Mom’s hospital room, I’m afraid of how this story will end.

No…  That’s a lie.  I’m not wrestling with a fear…. but with a natural law.

I know how this will end.   

It’ll end the way each of our journey ends.