The camp is so peaceful, you would think we feel safe here. But I can see it. Sense it. Everyone is having the fear of "what if they follow us here" and "are we ever truly safe" running through their heads. I understand their pain and their fear. Perhaps I am fortunate to have lost it all over a year before they. Family. Home. What did it even mean to me anymore?
Now my family are my friends. We are all living together, safe, alive. I intend to keep everyone that way. But their pain? How can I begin to soothe it? I can only help with physical illness and injury. I know my own emotions, and I know what they are feeling. But how to make it better...I've never truly learned that. All I can do is let them know I am here.
It is beautiful in our new home, and seeing the moon reflect off of the pool nearby makes me wish I cou
No use writing that thought, Eddie. You needn't read such things when looking back.
~Eddie Almandine~
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Submitted by Edellmira on July 27th, 2019
