Wondering about my Wanderings

An Orphan

Exhausted is the only word to describe this moment. I came home from a funeral out of breath and am discovering that the moments of refreshing are far and few in between. I am in the process of getting back into the work place. This may be my salvation. I feel cast out by the news of both parents being dead. I am an orphan and wonder if I will ever again have a place that I can call home. In the meantime I am treated to a meal of humility.

I call Solace house where I have served faithfully and am told to get help elsewhere. I call my caregiving agency about my hours and they remind me for the umpteenth time that I did not clock in or out properly out of their system.

I grouse at all the information funneling my way. My former sister in law in the hospital. Sharon represents a life line. I am just confused and mad at seemingly everyone. I hope that sit can change in God's time and in God's way. An orphan is not someone that I want to be.