So there's this thing about agreeing to do something for someone you love and then reneging on it that's very unsettling. Well, it's not as unsettling for the reneger as it is for the renegee. I agreed to be somewhere for my dear brother and just as dear sister-in-law and find myself unable to fulfill that obligation. It leaves me feeling helpless and guilty. It leaves them feeling annoyed and in the lurch--at least.
Here's the deal. All the good intentions in the world don't make it so. And were there a magic wand that could make it all happen the way we want it to, we'd all use it. But there isn't. And sometimes things just don't work out the way they're supposed to. Regrettably, all this justification does not change the basic feeling that the magic wand would be mighty handy. You know?
I think, though, that basically we all try to do what we can to make the lives of those we love better. And that's a good thing. Good on many levels. So we should probably be thankful for the good feelings that come from what we do and we should try to appreciate that effort. And for those we let down? We'll always be sorry. But we'll always keep trying.