Write What's Up There." Sister Ignatius Pointed

All Families Have Their Secrets, Most People Would Never Know Them, But They Know There Are Spaces, Gaps Where The Answers Should Be, Where Someone Should Have Sat, Where Someone Used To Be. A Name That Is Never Uttered, Or Uttered Just Once And Never Again. We All Have Our Secrets.

Once Again, I Don’t Quite Know Where I’m Headed Steph. It Seems That Every Few Years I’m Shoveling Up The Pieces Of My Life And Starting From Scratch All Over. No Matter What I Do Or How Hard I Try I Can’t Seem To Reach The Dizzy Heights Of Happiness, Success, And Security, Like So Many People Do. And I’m Not Talking About Becoming A Millionaire And Living Happily Ever After. I Just Mean Reaching A Point In My Life That I Can Stop What I’m Doing, Take A Look Around Me, Breathe A Sigh Of Relief, And Think “i’m Where I Want To Be Now.

She Had Been Given A Wonderful Gift: Life. Sometimes It Was Cruelly Taken Away Too Soon, But It's What You Did With It That Counted, Not How Long It Lasted.

She Wanted To Be Irresponsible, She Wanted To Be Looked After, To Be Told That She Didn't Have To Worry About A Thing And That Someone Else Would Take Care Of Everything. How Easy Life Would Be Without Having Grown-up Problems To Worry About. And Then She Could Grow Up All Over Again.

Sometimes We Have Absolutely No Idea Where We Are, We Need The Smallest Clue To Show Us Where To Begin.