Baby H.

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Part Four: Grace in the Midst of Grief.

. . . The details from this point forward are unimportant.  I received the drugs, if only to shut me up. I was in a Dilaudid-induced haze for much of the day. I have vague memories of Army Wife moving in and out of view, on the phone with Husband, keeping him apprised of the situation, holding my hand, helping me to understand the risks of surgery, helping me choose surgery. Of her being the hands and feet of Christ....

Part Three: Baby H.

*Again, just a reminder these events occurred in November, 2005.* We were banner-making on a Saturday afternoon. I had a new theater friend – you know, the one other person in twenty that loves community theater and will go see every  tortured production with no arm twisting required – and we were heading to the Cape Fear production of Steel Magnolias. I scribbled love notes to Husband from Baby H all over the Christmas banner we were sending to the...

I Will Carry You

I’m a wreck today. For a lot of reasons, but suffice to say I am a wreck.  I spent an hour scouring the interweb looking for the name of a song I used to listen all the time in the days after Original J died.  During that, I found this song. HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS SONG?  I was grieving Bug and H more than usual today anyway – it’s slightly more difficult each month that I am...