Dear God, I can't stop crying.
A very good friend once told me, "There are no guarantees." At that moment, I hated her for speaking the truth, and for several years after that, I managed to remain in denial about that whole mortality bit. But, something about having a baby made me start thinking more and more about death. About my death and the Mr.'s death and Baby's death. And the sucky part of it is that every single one of us is going to die. And I wish I didn't think about that so much.
I promise I'm not off my rocker, just sad and crappy-feeling and well, just sad for AT and BJ and their kids.
That is all.
Friday, November 17, 2006
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I think about it way too much. Sometimes I have to remind myself that denial is OK here.
I started reading their story through the last link on your blog. Thank You.
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