Surviving.

Surviving.

I haven’t posted in a while because there’s not a whole lot to say. When I get asked the question about how La Petite Belle is doing, I try to give a concise, upbeat answer. I don’t know how many details anyone really wants to know anyway. And,...
I sit in darkness.

I sit in darkness.

It’s hard to tell the difference between day and night here. The blinds stay shut. The lights stay off. I sit in silence.  No voices. No noise. Just silence. Day in, day out. My girl wants it that way. It helps her cope with the pain. I sit next to her bed...
Bright Spots.

Bright Spots.

I look for bright spots in our days here. Some days they are few and far between. Some days I have to just remind myself of the ones that have happened in the past because the day itself hadn’t produced any bright spots at all. Yesterday was a hard day. A really...