In the five years I’ve been blogging, I cannot – nor do I want to – recount the number of pregnancies that began and ended too soon. Always, too soon.
I’ve been an invisible witness to separations and divorces, reading only what can be written by a broken heart.
Today the news of one of my long-time fellow blogger’s husband’s death reached me and my heart thudded in my chest in a painful ache because there’s nothing I can do. I cannot stop by her home with something to put in her freezer. I cannot be there to be a witness to what his life was. I cannot be there to wrap my arms around her and tell her I’m sorry. I cannot be there to cry with her.
I can only be here. And that cannot be enough.