Thursdays.....

Thursday is my LEAST favorite day of the week now.  I dread them more than Mondays.  I took my Mama to the emergency room on Thursday, she left me that next Thursday and ironically enough her funeral was on the Thursday after that.  Even worse, for me, I just noticed this year that my Mama and I were born on the same day of the week (Monday)....I found this out by realizing that my birthday was on a Thursday this year and so was hers.
Now, as this Thursday approaches in a few hours...I've noticed that this Thursday will mark the day one year ago when my nightmare began.  When I started worrying about why my Mama's feet were swelling, why she looked so tired, why she was so irritable......
No disrespect to Thursday. Maybe one day I won't notice it come toward the end of the week and cringe at even the thought of the day.  I hate appointments that are made on Thursdays because I just want to stay in bed the whole day.  Pretty much the same way I did on my birthday (and hers). 
Sometimes people seem to pity me or want to console me when I spend time alone.  Not understanding that being alone sometimes is comfort for me.  I grew up alone.  No siblings, a few cousins and extended family/friends.  But, even when they were around, being alone in my room was more fun.  As an only child, I am very comfortable with silence.  I wish others sometime were. :)
Writing and music always keeps me company.  Maybe they will keep me company again this Thursday. *shrug*
I thank and appreciate all who will read. Peace.