Tuesday, April 10, 2007

But is there a cure?

You know that moment in between when you knock a glass off of a counter...




...and the moment it shatters on the floor? (in the moments following there may be cursing, or self-flagellation, or blame hurled, maybe yelling and maybe silent muttering, someone might get cut as they stickily try and pick their way out over the shards....)

That is how I feel.
Moment to moment.


Green Kitchen said...

All I know is what I've heard from other people. My father-in-law, who lost a daughter, was told by his brother, who lost a daughter, that time makes some lessening of the pain.

If you want some people to go to the park with (or whatever) Sara and I are down here.

Elizabeth said...

Oh honey, I'm trying to think of a good analogy here-one day you'll feel like the glass won't break after all? Thinking of you :)

jess said...

I love you. I don't think there is a cure. Just time and love and memories. All of which you have and all of which make it hard.