Sorry about the lack of posting this week. I have written several sad sentences, but writers block kicks in quickly, and I don’t come up with anything I want to post. I think I want to try to tell our story in a different way- in a way that I’ve been practicing for these past four years. I’ll do some work this weekend and see what I some up with.
Tom and I are headed to my Uncle’s funeral this morning. Since Tommy Jr died I feel so close to other people’s grief it can be a little overwhelming. Sometimes it feels like I can crawl right into the cracks of a person’s broken heart. It’s not just death; I feel much closer to all kinds of heartbreak now. That closeness doesn’t come with a calmness however- my cuticles are bleeding even as I type this.
I hope my little boy is showing my Uncle around right now, and that they both know I’m still loving them from here.
I am sure that T Jr. is showing your uncle the important things. My cuticles suck too. I think about T Jr. and cry.
cry
Love you.