Never-Ending

December 7, 1982: this morning my Tia told me that she finds her days to be never ending. Her hours just drag on and she has trouble sleeping at night. I asked her since when she's felt like this. "Ever since your uncle left me," she said."He didn't want to die. He wanted to stay here with me." Nobody can bring him back. What I can do is find something to distract her, to take her mind off things. The housing problem must be worrying her a lot, too. It has to at her age. I'll ask Teresa about church groups later today. The Legion de Maria wouldn't be quite right for my aunt because she'd have to walk a lot from one house to another. Besides, we pray a lot and my aunt wouldn't be up to that.