I'm here. Aint been round much........
I been tryin to stuff things into this great big hole.
A beautiful new garden (you should see the bromiliads at home in the big old olive), a holiday (I broke my wrist skiing and now have to do everything with my left hand), concerts, fine meals...... all the luxuries Double Income No Kids can offer.
It aint working. It doesn't make a dent in the emptiness.
And I think that I am sliding in. After all the grieving there is a terrifying emptiness that scares me so much.
Why do we have kids? Why do we long so deeply for it?
Is it because we fear death?
