She shakes, kinda wiggles, body somewhere else, eyes on me. Moments of extreme difficulty in life do not appear as severe until I am willing to examine it. Which usually, given the circumstances, when one is experiencing this kind of upheaval, time is not an available commodity.
I don't recall anything else ever being this heavy, or this hard. But she is my daughter. I shouldn't expect anything different.
Fear is difficult and the heavens are beautiful. Jacksonian seizures have joined our family. I will post more soon!
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