Wednesday, April 6, 2011

9 Months

Maybe that's why the past couple of days have felt so heavy and full of rage.

Nine months.  The time it takes to bring a baby to full term- I am reminded by another young widow.

I wish people wouldn't sound so dismal about their birthday just because it means they're getting older.  The alternative is dying.  I wish I could've grown old with you.  I wish you could've grown old.

1 comment:

  1. Your last paragraph really moved me, as someone who grumbles the same thing about each birthday. Thanks for letting me see birthdays as a true privilege.