owie

Thought the 'title' word would impress my mass comm/journalism/editor daughter. Unfortunately she is in mourning and will probably not notice its lack of eloquence. Nevertheless, this is how my heart feels right now. Owie. No one teaches you in relief socieity or home-ec how to deal with the broken hearts of your daughters. Kirsten has suffered 2 abrupt unforseen losses this year, the second being the tragic death of her reboyfriend/fairytale story of a man. The only maternal pain that matched this was watching Caitlin bravely place her newborn daughter with a family that promised a mortal and eternal life that Caitlin couldn't offer at the time. Caitlin's unthinkable loss frightened me then and Kirsten's consumes me now in that familiar helpless way. I love them all. My girls, their men their babies, and almost babies. My son, his sweetheart and boys. I look forward to describing all the blessings that have come to my life because of my children's experiences. I will endure because of them.