My world was whole.  I was fortunate, whether I always realized it or not.  Good days dominated.  In fact, I didn’t know what a bad day was, I thought I did, but I didn’t.  When Mason died, my world imploded.  As one world faded, another one took it’s place and in this newly emerging world, I was incapable or indifferent of remembering what had existed before. Now I live in two worlds, parallel worlds.  The notion of parallel worlds helps to explain this person I occasionally catch a glimpse of who has the ability to feel happiness again, if only for a moment.  It takes my breath away.  How can I be enjoying myself, laughing, smiling? Have I forgotten that my son is gone?  How can I be looking forward to taking a trip where Mason’s ashes will be scattered?  Pleasure survives even without my permission.

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, and Faith looks up…