Its one of those cold days you just don't ignore, Still but it stings. On my way out of town but with the daunting thought that I must return by dusk. Aching for myself and my friend that has shown me so much love over the year as to the point that our pain merges and yet not enough strength to bear the burden. Constantly tearing up with the thought of my own burden, I was not prepared for those words when he said them" my mother has got cancer". I felt the bottom of my world breaking away once again for the millionth time within the space of six months. Devastated does not begin to describe my pain. The good ones always go first, why?? Is it not enough that we suffer? Is it not enough that we are broken? Where is the justice in further suffering? I have not enough tears left for one more burden, not enough room on my fragile shoulder to lift one more load. My dearest friend know that I love you and will pray with you for her. I will be there for you, yes my friend we shall lift this burden together.