Every beginning must have an end.

I must have called 10 shelters in the area tonight.
Sacred Heart, Helping Hand, Way Back Inn, YWCA, Salvation Army....
Thank God I have a car and the weather is tolerable.

I feel sorry for those families that, unlike myself, have little else to look forward to and I can't imagine what it must be like to do this for an indefinite amount of time.
It does sort of suck the hope right out of you.

My car is parked behind an Episcopal Church...I think.
Che is sleeping beside me on the passenger's side lips all puckered and just begging Mama for a kiss.
It's good that he can sleep.
This first night...I don't think I will.

Times like this, you figure out where the love is...and where it may never have been.
And it is a good thing.

Since the storm I have neglected the relationships that matter most,
and engaged in the kind that simply get you through.
Having this solitude is allowing me to see some things....not all of which I have wanted to.
Can only imagine what a few months of this can do for a soul.

We will see.

You would think that fear would be an issue.
It has gotten dark outside the car and most of the house lights I can see have gone out.
But now is different.
Less to lose and more pain under my belt.

I am okay.
And getting even better.