Into The Bag

[chutzpahgrrl]

When I was quite young, I had that idea that people talk about kids having: it can't happen to me.  I remember the day I lost that illusion.  I was probably 6.  Dad had taken me to gymnastics practice and while I waited with him for my class to be called, we did what me and my dad did: I did a handstand on his feet, he grabbed mine and then he

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[anonymous]

can't say I completely understand the particularities of your situation, but I've sure had a few of my own. I'd recommend reading Joan Didion's "The Year of Magical Thinking" She has an interesting take on death and grief.

I missed touch more than anything else after my husband died, it can be a precious and rare commodity.

[btroubleb]

hmmm, the anonymous comment was from me, guess I wasn't signed in...