Early on, writing was as necessary to my survival as breathing.  As a parent, you have probably had occasion to witness projectile vomiting in your infant.  Writing was like that for me.  It had to come out.  I couldn’t stop it and it wouldn’t have been healthy to try.  Lately I have been able to concentrate on some other avenues of healing; I’ve spent more time with my family, some still in tears, but more often with a degree of ease and joy.  I’ve gathered pictures of Mason for a future album and have connected with some of his friends.  I’ve also done a great deal of reading, what’s better than the wisdom of the ages.  And recently we’ve had the blessing of welcoming a new grandbaby into our family. Mason now has a niece, Molly, sister of Rowan.  The circle of life continues.

“All I know from my own experience is that the more loss we feel the more grateful we should be for whatever it was we had to lose.  It means we had something worth grieving for.  The ones I’m sorry for are the ones that go through life not even knowing what grief is.” – Frank O’Connor