It is another year gone, and six years since Philip died. The baby who came after him turned five this week, and I'll admit to more than a little brittleness this week. It isn't like I have Philip on my mind all the time, or even that I've consciously thought about how this week was six years ago (although I did have a few moments of remembering several days ago), but today I feel that hurt place in me all over again--the place that just never comes back together quite right. So I'm feeling fragile and edgy today (helped in part by some seriously crazy hormones) and just trying to get through.
Forgive me for any offenses this day (and indeed everyday), as everything in my brain is a jumble of tears and hurt.