The Icks.

I have found out the very hard way that people don't like the icks.

They like happy, pleasant and joyous.

The minute things turn?

Yeah not so much.

The gavels come out and the judgement weighs in heavy.

The people who don't need to be in the trenches with you?

Scatter like cockraches when the lights come on.

One of my children, who shall remain nameless decided to join me to celebrate the life of my aunt, after whom I am named.

They declared we never did anything for Nanie, my mother, so for them to go?

Yes, they declared, for them we shall go.

This is for them, and we went.

I am forever grateful for those who never left but remained to see my hurt wasn't me needing help, but me just needing a hand out.

And at the end of the day?

It was my kids.

Those kids are my life, they have been through hell, but like I told one the other day, you can't stand too close to a painting, or you will miss the art.

In that same fashion I want to thank the few people who have not stood too close to this painting and still see something worthwhile staring at.

Thank you.

Xoxo,

C.