Without going into too much detail, within days of Davy's funeral a catastropic "situation" developed within the family which, to this day, is unresolved and totally beyond my comprehension. I was left feeling totally bereft, desolate and misunderstood and the more I tried to resolve things the worse they became. I didn't cope well. In fact I would go as far as to say that at times I handled things in an extremely immature, irresponsible and at times petulant manner.
Now, after many approaches, it is my opinion that the rift is too great for me to heal, but somehow it must be resolved because other people are being hurt too. But what to do? I don't know. Other members of my family and friends have offered to act as mediators but I am of the opinion, rightly or wrongly, that it would probably exacerbated the situation.
This morning I found myself wishing that I could ask a disassociated individual to evaluate, assess and advise on the strangeness of all this. But who? It would have to be someone completely impartial. I then wondered if I should simply write it all down. This, they say, can be very cathartic. But would it open up old wounds that I'm not ready to face yet? Who knows. And where to start? And would writing about it change anything anyway? Would it even makes things worse because once my feelings were committed to paper would I be content to keep them to myself? Least said, soonest mended and all that good stuff. The jury is still out on this.
Oh Davy, where are you when I need you? Life has been so hard without you and there is never a passing moment when I don't miss you so much. You were so intuitive and would have known exactly what to do. Or would you? I remember one time when you went into a difficult situation with the best of intentions only to be chewed up and spat out again. I know that you felt the same devistation then that I feel now.
In the meantime I pray to God that one day soon the answer will become apparent . I guess until that time comes I just do the Churchillian thing and keep buggering on! Trust in the lord, but row for the shore!!
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.
