Lemme tell you a story. And, no, this does not compare to the devastation of having my daughter murder my granddaughter. In 01-03, I read my 16-yr. old daughter's diary, and found out that her father, my husband, had been raping her since she was 12. And, for the first time, in my life, I started taking care of myself, physically. I ate right, that very first night. I took a multi-vitamin. I exercised. And I did this because I knew that the days and months ahead were gonna be long. And hard. And I was gonna have to get through them. And I couldn't do that if I collapsed.
And, that very first night, we had a big family supper. Because there is something so breaking bread together that is so elemental. And I ate.
I guess this doesn't mean I wasn't devastated, heh?
It is mindboggling to me the conditions that we put on another family's grief.
Blaise