Every once in a great while I get an aweful dread, or a heavy feeling of sadness, that overwhelms me. It doesn’t happen very often, usually every couple of years or so, but it has varied. Three times in the 90’s it happened and the manifestations of each were saddening because later, on each of those days, I learned of a loss of a close family friend. It happened one other time within the last ten years with the loss of my younger brother.
Not every incident results in this kind of revelation. Thank God, a few have turned out to be “false alarms”. Today was one of those days. It was a false alarm…or at least, so far it has. I’m not sure if I should be grateful for or cursed because of these overwhelming emotions. What I do know is that I really hate them and I can’t escape them when they come about. All I know to do is to pray.
I'm glad it was a false alarm... I think you have enough going on my friend. :x
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