It’s ironic, I suppose, that I just wrote about my thoughts and leanings on how much I open up in this space, and here I am now, with words tripping over themselves in my mind and I’ve gone mute. I can’t talk at work because talking makes me cry, and I don’t like to cry…
Tag: grief
days thirteen, fourteen, fifteen: silent
Thursday night we gathered with school friends and family to listen to singing and violin playing, and then we ate (too many) sweets and dressed up for silly photos and made ornaments and collapsed into bed, exhausted. I was ready to post about day thirteen of our advent season with photos of school children, violins…
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I wake up and it’s early still, but you wouldn’t know it by the amount of light streaming through the windows. It’s barely five in the morning, but the white walls glow more like seven. I roll back to my stomach and stretch out into the space now vacated by M. The shower hums quietly…