And ironically, in my son's room, where I am sleeping, there are many seedlings, waiting to be planted, and my daughter tells me she is planting an entirely white bed of flowers and plants...
How to reconcile this new life with the dissolution of an old one? How do I go on vacation against this backdrop (I have lots left)? Is it right to escape into work, into listening to audiobooks, into a (very interesting) biography of cancer, such a fitting metaphor?
What strategies are there to get through this? Thanks - Luke
M58, xW54 S22, D18 M 1984, D 2016 Living a new life.
