The Rainy Day
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
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In my last post, I was just seriously down. I'd been having some bad times... it kept going!!!! I ended up in a terrible accident (I was not at fault btw), and my vehicle was totaled. I was truly lucky to be alive.
The day following my car accident, my mother had surgery to clear out that carotid artery that caused her strokes right after Christmas. Three days later, the day after she came home from the hospital, she started having seizures, and I had to call 911 again. She was rushed to the hospital, then life-flighted to another hospital. Then, after she got out of ICU from that, and was in her second day of inpatient physical therapy, she had a heart attack, and her heart completely stopped beating. They performed CPR and such and brought her back. A few days, later, they implanted a internal defibrillator, and she went through another round of inpatient physical therapy. She's been home for about a month now, and is learning to walk all over again. This makes the third time just this year! Last Thursday, my son calls, and he's driving himself to the ER, he's "darn near cut both his fingers off".
Please note, that those were his words, not mine. He is fine, it took 10 stitches, but he didn't sever any nerves, and went back to work after one day of recovery.
Mom is walking more and more every day, I finally got a new car, it sure is pretty, and it's starting to look a bit more like there is some good times on the way.
I'd say that I'm finally starting to see some daylight.
Now... I am working for this trend to continue. I honestly am not up to any more drama this year.
