When I was a little girl, most summers we went to visit my grandmother in Rockaway Beach, New York. She lived in a high-rise apartment building across from the boardwalk and from her balcony we could see the ocean. Most days we took the elevators down from her apartment and walked across the street, doffed our shoes and ran for the waves.
When Life’s Undertow Threatens to Drag You DownPosted on August 6, 2014
My grandmother would yell after us, “Be careful of the undertow!”
This week, as our family went through an unexpected trial, I felt the undertow of life, threatening to drag us, hold us down and suffocate the breath out of us. I got on my email and saw blogposts which were written about hopeful and happy things and there seemed to be a curtain between my life and those around me. They were buoyant and we were struggling for air.