Maybe there is a greater power at work. Kids are a balm for grief. No one with young kids has time to sit around and ponder what it was like to hold a loved one’s hand as he took his last shallow breath, exhaled, and departed this world. Sure, it comes to you in flashes, but you don’t have time to really process it.

I know I will, though. It will catch up with me, and I will wrestle with it.

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3 Responses to “Balm”

  1. Nikki says:

    That is so true, Anne. I was so grateful to have Piper around after my dad died – she forced me to stay in the present.

    I’m very sorry about your loss.

  2. Lee Lee says:

    you are killing me. stop making me cry.

  3. Dogwood Girl says:

    Sorry, LouLou. Nikki, I am so sorry – I did not know that your father had died. i am v. sorry to hear it.

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