Thursday, May 03, 2007

Refrain

Since Eva died, I've been schizophrenic.
I have seventeen different thoughts every second, but some thoughts have become refrains.

Grief is a relentless predator.
My third child died three weeks before my thirty-third birthday.
There is no "survivor" without Eva.
The FACT of her suffering...
What if I'd waited to deliver?

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