It’s been two months since we were told something was wrong. It doesn’t seem that long, sometimes. Sometimes it seems like it happened to someone else. The sorrow, because sadness is too small a word, while not unending is always present. It’s still hard to see fresh wee babies or …
I just can’t feel better. I’m faking it a lot. I’m adding back in things that I’m supposed to enjoy. I’m trying to talk to people, trying to do things with people (though I often cancel at the last minute lately). But I just can’t feel better. I’m not sure …
Emily READ a book to her class today. Got up in front, read the words (stopped to sound out when she needed to), showed the pictures to everyone and explained what was going on. I’m so proud.
You say “I don’t know what to say, but I’m sorry.” You way “I’ll be around when you need me.” You don’t say “Oh you can try again.” You don’t say nothing at all and disappear. And you understand. That your friend might be unable to see you (or anyone) …