Three months.
I'm still sad. I'm still tired. I still don't understand.
I have learned the split-mindedness of grief. Here but always aware of the other who is gone. I have
learned how to focus on my children and let the house just be. I have learned to be aware of my needs.
learned how to focus on my children and let the house just be. I have learned to be aware of my needs.
While I can't hold Gwyneth, I know that I am her mother and I am still fiercely proud of that. Even when I am choking on grief, I still do not regret carrying her for her short life. I just wish she was learning to roll over right now instead of helping her mother ponder eternity.
I have grown up during these three months. I wish I hadn't.
Forgive my melancholy. It's only been three months.
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