And then what?
I have been writing here for many many years. It began as a place to purge my grief after our Dad died. I can look back at those posts and feel that crawl right back up my spine, like a chill. I can scroll and see my teenage girls, living at home, and feeling as if nothing could ever change. Life will always be the way it was, and then, they weren't. What happened? Life happens. They grow and change, I grow and change, Jack has grown and changed. Right along with me you can see how it happened, when it happened, but we don't see it WHILE ITS HAPPENING. We just keep moving, we dip and dive the bad, then lie back and breath in the good. There are endless middle days, the days we don't remember, they are lost to the creaks in the floor boards and water in the street. I can conjur the middle days, I can recreate them in my mind, what I did when no one was keeping track. The drives to school, the morning coffee chats with coworkers,...