Sometimes I feel myself fraying at the seams. The tightness in my chest keeps returning.
It starts with Mother's Day. Then my birthday, Father's Day, the end of the school year and then within sight is the dreaded month of July with the date of our tragedy and then Lev's birthday.
It may be the disconnect between my soul, which is stuck on July 9, 2010 and my body which is here with a little one at my knees.
Rebecca
