Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Was I crying for her or for me?
The woman I wrote about in yesterday's post called me at work yesterday. We talked some, mostly she talked, I listened. I tried to affirm her feelings, tried to give her some advice. After I got off the phone with her, I cried. I really didn't expect that. Some of it was sadness for her, but mostly I think it was dredging up old sorrows of mine. Her situation was very similar, where they told her at one visit that the heartbeat was slowing, to expect a loss and then it happened. So, I had a good cry. I was drained by it. I got home last night and just wanted hugs from A and Boomer. I sat outside with A while he cooked and I drank a glass of wine. I looked at him, at Boomer, at our yard and I know how very lucky I am, how very much I have. It's hard though, to not be sometimes sad at what we don't have.