Let me tell you, there are few things more pitiful in this world than a young mother with aching, empty arms. She couldnt understand why I couldnt shoulder her unending problems and listen to her go on and on. AND, BE FUNNY! She actually asked me, Where did my friend Stacey go? If we had been in the same room I probably would have, well, I dont know what I would have done. As it was, I spat out across the phone lines, HER. BABY. DIED! The words tasted like bile and I couldnt believe I had to actually vomit them out for her. Eventually, I learned, as I hope anyone who survives a life trauma learns, that I had to show her my back as I turned to face those who did get me. **Get a kleenex. Powerful essay today by Stacey Shannon on The Manifest-Station (TMS.) Make sure you are subscribed to the blog so you get it in your inbox. Share/comment this one xxjp
Posted on: Fri, 24 Jan 2014 20:30:00 +0000
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