I went to Mass last night. As the priest was delivering the homily I thought about my family, my parents, brothers and sister and how lucky I am to have them. Then the tears started to fall. But it wasn't tears of joy. It was tears of self-pity and fear that one day all of them will be gone. And where will I be? Will I be able to stand on my own by then? What will happen to my little girl?
And I'm afraid of failing. Failing my child, failing my husband.
I tried my best to concentrate on the Mass and focus on God, trying to communicate with him with my mind and my whole being. Help me, please. I don't want to be afraid anymore.