Today I had a visitor.

The Sad had come to stay.

to remind me of the pain inside 

Here's what he had to say.

How could you think of going

to the beach and having fun?

Don't you know your daughter's rotting

that she'll never see the sun?

Can't you feel the giant emptiness

that hole inside your chest?

Don't forget that you are different?

You can't have fun like all the rest.

I lay on my bed thinking.

"But it's chofesh Hagadol"

How can I tell my Channah

That she can't have fun at all?

And so I told my visitor

it was time for him to go

I then reframed my thinking

and got my stuff ready to go.

But on the way out my front door

I saw him sitting there

The Sad stared at me accusingly 

and said "you just don't care".

And then I almost lost it

the strength that I had won

I held my head up high and said

There are things to be done

Although I miss my Gaby

and I know I always will

My Channah Rifka needs me

She's is a child still

I kicked The Sad out to the curb

The KO shot was mine

And so we went out to the beach

and had a grand old time

Of course I miss my Gaby

The Sad will always come

but I need to go on living life

I need to still have fun

For my husband and my child

I must keep marching on

I kicked The Sad out to the curb

For this morning I had won.