P.S. Lola is still missing. I found some black feathers on the lawn. Liv insisted we put up posters around the neighbourhood, just in case....I would laugh if I saw a missing chicken poster on the street. I would think it was a joke.
Poor little Liv drew this picture today. It's a drawing of Earth with Liv looking up and crying while Jeff and Lola look down and say, "I want to go home." with lots of tears running down their faces. (Lola also says, "cheep. cheep.") Bloody hell. I wish I hadn't let the chick out in the coop. And I wish Jeff hadn't died....I especially wish that Jeff hadn't died. But you know that.
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DAMN...when's it gunna let up over there?
Sending you warm fuzzies...Xxx
That picture would break anybody's heart. :( I'm sorry. And I'm sorry this is such a crappy day for so many people.
Her artwork is profound... As sad as it is, thank goodness she is expressing it. I know you'd rather she just not have to express it in the first place............
Hi,
I just found your blog through crashcoursewidow.blogspot.com
I read backwards to March, and cried with you.
My husband Greg died in January 07, suddenly, unexpectedly, when his aorta burst. I was 8 months pregnant.
I remember feeling absolutely completely petrified of how I would survive (emotionally, financially, physically) and raise our son.
A year and a half out, that fear has subsided. I still feel overwhelmed often, but your life will eventually stabilize and you will realize that you can do it, even though it is hard.
Thank you for sharing your story.
It is nice to know that other widows are out there, and writing.
Melodie
http://holdentracks.blogspot.com
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