A new year
It's been over a year since I posted in LJ. I have a permanent account, so I think my journal was just waiting for me to come out of the weirdness I've been in for a long time. Or maybe my posting is the weirdness and then I will go back to being as I was---unable to express my feelings in written form. Frozen at the point at which my thoughts are at the door of my internal home because it is cold and scary outside.
My little boy is 17 today. His big brother did not live past the age of 16, but he would be 21 if he were alive.
My little boy is 17 today. His big brother did not live past the age of 16, but he would be 21 if he were alive.