Saturday, September 18, 2010


In the quiet moments, it is you that fills my thoughts. For days, I haven't been able to shake the memories. In the not so quiet moments, the grief lingers in the perimeter, trying my patience, making me anxious and irritable and distant. Tears gather in my throat, sometimes even making it to my eyes, but I cannot cry. I pulled out your blanket yesterday for the first time in months, maybe even a year. Folded up inside, there is still the extra fabric we placed underneath you, stained with fluid from your open spine. I stared at it for a long time, almost in awe. It is one of the only things that still convinces me that you were real, that you existed at all. You are so very far away.

1 comment:

Angela said...

I was going to send an e-mail, but I don't see your address on here so I am commenting instead.

Thank you for stopping over and saying hello on my blog. We do indeed share the same midwife. Patricia is amazing - as I am sure you know.

Congratulations on your rainbow. Hoping for a rainbow myself.