Her Son

Thousands of miles away, there is a mother mourning the loss of the life she had just a few moments before.  As I started my weekend, she started a new life.  One without.  One after. One in the meantime.


Take On The World

There is a part of me that wants to cry.  For the time that has passed.  For fear of the future.  For this overwhelming realization that as she gets older, so do I.  And just as I feel a tear well up, she turns to me, and sings the theme song  into her apple slice at the top of her lungs: