*These are random thoughts...so if they seem a bit broken or disjointed...random, but with meaning.*

The Therapist is away for two weeks and I have just reached the half-way mark and each day which goes by...he seems to fade and he may as well be gone forever. I want to see him but I don't want to see him. I need him but I don't want to need him. I think of him with his family, his children and the longing for a strong family unit when I was a child pulls deep within me.

I have thought of the families which are celebrating Thanksgiving...there are the families which have everyone by their side and there loss is not present at their table. Then there are the families where loss is evident...and with every morsel of food, it is tinged with sadness because the loss is pervasive.

There are those who are in the depths of pain and the ocean has no shoreline. Engulfed in heartache so much so, the beginnings of such pain can no longer be seen, and the ending has not yet announced its arrival. Yet, the ending is what one is looking for; the end of pain, the end of heartache.

I liken the ending of pain to finally reaching the end of a long journey and you reach the rock that hangs out over a great valley. You sit on the edge of the rock and let your legs hang over the edge. You look out and the beauty is breathtaking. You are high as you've ever been and the beauty of the valley is now much more evident than when you were in the valley.

We are always on the edge of something. It may not seem like it but the texture and the fitting of experience brings us to new edges, new breathtaking views previously unseen.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!