A Second Post, Because It Has To Be Said
Little Cuter's text message. TBG's words before I joined him on the couch. Hockey Mom via Facebook. I barely had the shades up and the sleep out of my eyes before I was shivering. Don't watch the coverage. Drive carefully. Pay attention to the world around you today. Don't forget to say I Love You. Everyone has a suggestion. Everytown's Survivor Network (can you believe that we need such a thing?) is there if I need them; they reminded me on Facebook and Gmail. Before I could revel in the pictures of FlapJilly's weekend with Maga and Papa I had to wrench myself back from the brink. I think I'm fine, most of the time. But right now I'm hearing sirens which haven't blared for nearly 7 years. I'm holding the hand of a dying child, begging her not to leave me, watching the light go out of her eyes. I'm on a Medevac helicopter and then I'm in and out of consciousness, asking for Christina, knowing that she's dead. I don...