out picking blueberries and the rare quiet is disturbed by "what about the baby"? i ask, "what baby" voice says "baby Jennifer, our baby, she died to us too". 31 yrs ago this past april, our first baby died--premature, too tiny to breath on her own for longer than her first couple of breaths. someone holds more memory to this than i. someone made decisions i would not have made. someone is stirring it all up again--and T is away till late Fri.
not now i say--then when voice says, when are we going to be heard???
can't continue. maybe later.
w_i