Raining on the Inside

My heart is sad. I feel as if I am raining on the inside. Changes are tough to take, perhaps at times unbearable. So much to do, how do you pack 11 1/2 years into a box? Time, memories, relationships, knowing, all packed up. It just can't happen. We can take papers and reports, information and all we know, but we can't package it precisely, can't file it all on a hard drive to reconnect with another family. It just is not possible.
So today, this is not about finding gratitude difficult at all. It is simply that there is unbearable sadness in my heart and I am raining on the inside.

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