As I attempt to muddle through my normal routine, I am endlessly interrupted by my emotions. My darling Dania is scheduled for her adenoid-/tonsillectomy next week (Thursday, April 2nd at 8am) and I am consumed with what cannot really be called fear; it is actually grief . It makes no sense in the physical world, but I have been walking constantly through the misery of losing my daughter in surgery. It comes to me more frequently now than when it first began more than a week ago, and it is now a perpetual companion, this Grief. It perches upon my shoulders to accompany me on my chores, it waits for me upon my pillow to remind me before sleep can come, and it haunts me during quiet times (of which there are thankfully few). Last night, when my husband returned from his workout to find me with tired, red eyes, he inquired about my condition. Yes, I had been crying. I cannot seem to escape the crying. When I explained how I had been feeling, rather than comforting me or placating ...
Homeschooling Mother of three taking the time to ruminate on what makes a life.