after a hatchling has fallen from the nest
My heart is broken open
and fills with tears
B wrote this today.
I headed back to work this week feeling sad again. I think I like that feeling better than feeling numb. I feel more human, at least.
I am not eating as well as I should. Need to get back on the wagon. I am, however, still eating better than I used to.
A is still alternating days of being mad with being friendly. Ah, the roller coaster years. I think he resents the fact that I am making him participate in church activities, and that I wouldn't be pushing it if W hadn't died. Maybe I wouldn't. But he's going anyway.