Up in the clouds

I have been playing Zach Sobiech's Clouds on repeat over the past weeks. And crying... a lot... mostly alone... 

I am struggling so much... 

Struggling to be the kindest daughter to my terminally ill mum who longs to come home, but trusts that only the hospital can help her...
Struggling to be the most supportive daughter to my helpless dad who feels completely lost without his wife being around...
Struggling to be the most understanding sister, to not judge how my brothers and sisters are dealing with their emotions...
Struggling to be the most loving mummy to my little ones who have found themselves abroad, away from their daddy, away from their home and surrounded by intensive sad emotions...

Mr A partially oblivious demands: 'Mummy, can you play the cloud song again?' Of course sweetheart, and perhaps we should talk about your grandma too...