Because yesterday, as I was crying in the cottage, I also prayed out loud so that everybody could hear me: a quick death, a peaceful death, for my father, before it breaks my sister and by extention my mother. And if I could have that one thing, one peaceful death to be able to honestly report to my mother and no more horror for my sister, I wouldn't ask for anything more this year. Cz that is like asking to win the lottery. Nobody is even ALLOWED TO DIE, let alone in peace without pain, and I know it, and they don't, and I don't want them to know. Even my daughter's troubles with housing, I wouldn't witchpray about it anymore, and said that out loud in front of her.
I got my prayer. 
So. We are on our own now. With only each other humans, for whatever that is worth.
