Long spans of OK-ness in between short bursts of sadness...

So, I was driving home yesterday afternoon, minding my own business, and flipping through radio stations. I came upon the Cure song "Pictures of You", and the first verse set me thinking about Aaron:

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel

Then, I flipped stations, and was lucky enough to catch the very beginning of the Beatles' "Let It Be". The two combined just put me into a very reflective, slightly depressed mood.

Then, last night, right before bed, at the end of iCaught (this "Internet fad" news show on ABC) they showed a montage of people's videos and photos summing up their "week in 3 words." One of the videos they showed was just a guy fighting back tears, the pain obvious on his face, and held a sheet of paper that read simply "we just miscarried."

Throwing that onto the heap, and I was pretty much done for. I guess I was overdue for a good cry (the last one I had being largely alcohol-fueled), because I feel somewhat better today.

Here's hoping.

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Anonymous said…

I love you. Consider yourself hugged.

Mom

8:41 PM

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