*****I've been writing this in pieces for the past few weeks, but until now haven't written down. Bear with me on these posts. I need to get some stuff out...but it comes in bits and pieces, sometimes without making much sense.*****
End of February
it looked hopeful
excited, daydreaming about a future of freedom
ready to move forward, grow, change, stretch, move
discomfort unavoidable but beneficial in an established institution.
he comes home from the meeting earlier than expected.
the door closes behind as the baby starts to cry, up from his nap earlier than expected.
enters the bedroom.
air draws out of space as he opens his mouth to tell the tale.
i hear the sound, but as if i'm above looking down
as if i'm already a thousand miles away back home
or watching a movie.
i hear the sound, the guttural cry.
it's not the baby, up from his nap earlier than expected
and that moment is all it takes.
God is scary again.