At the moment I feel as if I am fishing and had two fish on the line; only to have them get away from me.
The first one was my mother-in-law. Back up almost 33 years and realistically I never did have her on the line, or felt I did. I never got the opportunity to reel her in and brag about my prize catch. She wiggled away long ago.
Then I had my adopted daughter on the line, but similar to my mother-in-law I never felt she was securely caught either; only dangling on my line until she could snap it and swim away.
We are given the capacity to love others and I believe I am capable of loving others too; but these two fish-- I mean women-- have managed to avoid my net, slip away from my presence and enter the waters of their choosing.
They are in places I don't know how to enter; one with birth relatives, the other has passed away.
The ones that got away are not in my life now and probably never were. The emptiness that invades my space is filled up with the ones who didn't swim away and are happy to get caught up in my life. Thank God there are many fish in the sea of life.
