Apr
7
Bad Week
Some weeks my grief is covered pretty neatly under other layers of my life. I work, love my husband, maintain the logistics of life, and feel pretty normal. But other weeks it’s like my grief is hanging right behind a very thin veil, the tears are always right at the back of my throat, and I’m not sure I’ll ever climb out of it.
And I’m still stuck. There’s another month until the time when I thought I’d be welcoming a baby into my life and spending the summer on maternity leave. The week when I might have had the baby starts with Mother’s Day and ends with a Saturday at work. The thought of living through it takes my breath away.
