It’s been two years and I have made progress, ma. We all have.
I no longer think obsessively of death.
I care more.
My mind no longer serves up those cruel, cruel dreams where I am hanging out with you and a voice keeps saying you’re dead.
I do wish you’d come back to my dreams though.
Praise talks more. He actually laughs. He cares about things again.
Jero and I have rallied all of the min-ot-ness that we can and are no longer so scared.
Jero’s personality has exploded in the craziest of ways. You must be so proud.
Jero and I keep each other strong.
She is in campus now!!!!
Gabby and I have a special connection. It makes me sad because that was you and her. It makes me happy because that was you and her.
Daniella is healthy, happy and such a source of joy, my god.
Joshua has blossomed even more. Everything about him has changed, except for his hands that remain yours.
Daddy is the same as ever, thank god.
It is a hopeless, a crazily, craz-ingly painful thing to lose the blanket of love, certainty that is your mother.
But we’re making progress.
“To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing–I’m sorry, I would rather not go on.”
Yann Martel gets it.
Happy life-day, Ma.