This is one of my very earliest memories: my father cradling me in his arms, rocking me back and forth, and singing this song to me: You Are My Sunshine. I used to get a lot of nightmares. This was how he comforted me. It always worked.
I need my Heavenly Father’s comfort now. This cancer business (not forgetting the rest of it!) is beginning to get to me. I cling to fond memories and call up others; and then it’s time for tears, because they are only memories. All those people I loved are gone.
This turns out to be the only day this week I don’t have one or even two doctors’ appointments. *Sigh* I miss my cats.