It’s confessing. It’s healing. It’s the feeling I get when I’m too tired to entertain so I just sit down and relax with family.
Family.
Sometimes there are still pretenses; when we are around less familiar faces. But when I think of community I think of truth. I don’t have to hide myself. I look around at people who know the secrets I thought I’d take to the grave and I am so thankful. I’ve never known anything like this. I’ve read about it, but I’ve never known it to this scale.
It’s also those people you can’t let go of. Beth is my community. It should be abundant and full of different personalities, backgrounds, perspectives… But sometimes it’s just one more person so you know you’re not alone. When our husbands were gone that’s all I had.