I don’t know what to say about all the loss out there in the blog world this week.
It seems inappropriate to post another list of all the things I’d like to buy and put in my living room.
Talking about how much someone else losing their son or daughter makes me appreciate my own seems unbearably self centered. Looking for a bright side seems devastatingly uncool.
Words fail me.
So I think I’ll just say that it feels as though a thousand times this week – more than ever before – as I’ve caught a glimpse of a stray curl or a cheek turned to the sun or great big baby boy smile – there’s a stop to my heart and a moment where it hits me all over again, what it would mean to lose a child, and it seems as though the sun should stop shining and the world should stop moving and the clocks should still but since none of this happens all I can do is to remember that these moments are sometimes all we have, and to sit and read Goodnight Moon to my beautiful boy one more time.
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