That Was The Good News.

I used, when it all kicked off, to send myself emails as things occured to me.  (I still do.)  And now, sometimes when I am looking for other things, I find them.  They give me a jolt – I have usually forgotten the incidents and thoughts.  And they make me cry. Continue reading That Was The Good News.

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The New Normal

Funny how we adjust.  First I thought I could not live without my husband.  Even after he absconded and I was somehow still alive (though, barely, in retrospect), if you had told me that I would in similar vein lose one of my children I would have said that in such a case I could not breathe.  Indeed, I suspect I did not.  Not for a long time.  Not really. Continue reading The New Normal