My job in Birmingham was located at the top of a mountain surrounded by acres of beautiful forested land. It was truly the most amazing place to work in so many ways. I miss it daily. At the entrance was a pond with a small island where a pair of geese nested. We all know how I feel about geese. I watched this family build their nest, lay their eggs and then watched as the birds hatched. One day on my way into work the babies were gone and the mother goose was flying low and slow over the water making the most tragic sound you can imagine. I cried for her and her loss. She mourned for days and I swear, the pond was never the same.
Lately I feel like that damn goose.
Every night when I try to fall asleep I see that damn 7 week ultrasound – still, silent, dead. Every morning I wake up and my eyes burn when I realize this was not just a bad dream.
I have not been an entertaining read lately, nor have I been great about commenting on all the good news this week. Know I’m reading and sending you all good thoughts and I very much hope to be back to my usual spunky self soon.