I came home today exhausted. For a week now I’ve been staying in the hospital with my BIL waiting for him to be diagnosed. You see, he’s an alcoholic and a heavy smoker. Years of abuse are catching up with him at a young age of 49. It’s either cancer of the lungs, esophagus or stomach. To watch him cough up blood and him trying to breath short breathes is heartbreaking. The stench of smoke sickens me. It’s the path he chose.
That’s what has lead to this layout…..scrapbooking therapy is what I call it. Thanks to Veronica Ponce for the inspiration.
“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.” Budda.
“Every rock every pebble has a story all it’s own. One holds firm and ones a rebel that breaks away and rolls on alone. Stop to rest when you’re weary. Put aside that stubborn will. Count the stars. Count your blessing and learn by just being still. It’s not a race you will win or lose. Take it in. You’ll soon be done. So begin by taking one small step on the path you choose.” Parts of a ballad by Ruth Williamson.
Credits:
Katie Pertiet: Botanist Notebook Vol. 4 paper (blended) , Snap frames
Anna Aspnes: Monoblendz Antiquity (blended)
Meredith Fenwick: Digi supply closet paint brush
Nancie Row Janitz: Schmootzy alpha
Photos: Stock Exchange
Fonts: Arial, Impact, Marker Fine Point, Mom’s Typewriter