Sometimes, disturbing things happen to those to whom I am very close, like my grown daughters. I love them so much! I want to do everything I can for them. I still long to “fix” everything for them, as I tried to do when they were young. Yet, they are grown women now. And I remember how I felt when I was a grown woman and my mother tried to fix things for me!
No. I can’t go there. But what can I do?