I'm sorry I don't have anything particularly interesting or poetic to tell you this week. The icy grief fingers have wrapped themselves around my heart, my chest and my throat and they seem to be strangling my words as well as my breath.
I feel like I am ripping you off, in a sense, by not offering some kind of magic moment or positive thought. The moments and the thoughts are still there, Baby Warrior, they are just stuck on the inside for the moment. Maybe next week they will make it out.
Gosh I miss you.