and I'm getting weary of this routine. I couldn't even get on blogspot from the dinosaurus desktop. So, I'll be busy uploading blog posts previously written. By the way, the lawn mower, the Cuisinart coffee pot and the cell phone have been on the fritz as well over the past few weeks--perhaps there is a bigger more sinister issue at large, perhaps we're being overtaken by some sort of strange magnetic field that is affecting all our stuff....
Nothing really prepares you for this level of change. There are days it feels as if a part of my heart has been ripped from my chest. I am walking around wounded, unwhole, and incomplete. There are moments that my breath is taken and the sobbing begins before the second hand has time to move. In the post office mailing care packages, standing in the checkout line buying Halloween candy, when a song comes on Pandora that she would have belted out singing, when I spot the dusty piano, when I realize this is the first sports season, ever, that she wasn’t there to see her brother score a goal, when I walk by her bedroom and see all the bits and pieces of the life she left behind, as I plan our first ever big family trip without her, as I think about navigating the holidays and know they will be different from now on. There are days I just want to go back to the moment she was born and do every single second over again, but I’m quickly reminded that’s not the way this works. There ...
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