Today, we mourn two young lives.
As much as it's unfair, we play favorites. And these two were up there for me.
A baby girl, facing her challenges with an angelic smile and
A toddling boy, grown so much since we met, playing footy on the grass near my house.
Today, there are two holes in the universe, and in my heart.
My tears spent, and with the golden afternoon hours ahead, I sit in the light, with sun-warmed figs and a glass of wine. I read a picture book, for them. For what they cannot do for themselves.