There is a level of heartbreak that turns everything to ash.
A child’s illness, the mental and the physical ones that break minds and bodies; their helplessness and the unbidden cry from deep within your soul to any deity to take their pain and make it yours.
Watching a parent lose every memory and with each loss feeling the child within you weep in despair of ever knowing you were ever really loved.
Then the loss of a lifelong friend, lover and intellectual equal, drink by drink.
Salvation is discipline. Getting up, washing, eating, working, moving and seeking any tiny bit of joy to heal the pain.
I miss the long days of my sons’ childhoods and reading them stories; I wish I could have done better at being strong for both of them.
I miss my mom.
I miss my friend.
I miss being young.