In mourning
About this week.
I'll cut to the chase. My mother-in-law died Friday, less than four months after my father-in-law.
I have known Theresa for 25 years, more than half my life. She was a second mother. She was a kindred spirit. Like me, her childhood was traumatic. That shaped her life. When we first met, we knew each other. I miss her so.
I'm going to do the best I can to get out each edition of the Editorial Board. But there may be some hiccups here and there. I'm confident you will understand.
To be honest, I'm at that stage of grief in which I'm not sure why any of this matters.
Don't get me wrong: I'm not feeling suicidal.
It's just that all this work and time and worry and pain and cruelty and love and caring and hope leads to -- what?
The same. For everyone, the same.
If you have wisdom to share, I need some. Send it. --JS
