raising godzillas

Three weeks ago

I was a normal person. I was a mama expecting a baby, a baby who was kicking and rolling, beautifully alive. Now, I am a changed person, one of the walking wounded, with a huge hole in the center of my being that can never be filled. Sometimes my whole body starts shaking, is if the grief will shatter me to pieces. I never knew grief was so physical.

posted by gojirama @ 1:28 PM