My sons truck has been in the shop for 2 months. It's fixed, but the mechanic moved it to another shop and won't tell us where it is and he won't return our calls. I want to go to his place with the police but that's not what I am supposed to do. I am supposed to let it go. My son is quite calm about it. I am learning something from him and I have to butt out.
There are so many things I haven't let go off, and its the little things, the ones that are so hard to identify. They are shown to me now and it feels like death. This is clean-up time.
I don't want to feel weak or give up more control. But that's what I am being asked again. I am going deeper into nothingness.
Yesterday I felt that my life has ended. It was a horrifying feeling.
After the grim reaper life has to return.