We are onto the kids now. His sons. My daughter. They each have a place in this and each have feelings that are over the top. His sons call me names. My daughter defends her father. I talk to other parents and they all say, “Time, time, time.” “Give time time”.
I get that intellectually but I am emotionally impatient. It’s fear of course. Fear that it will always be strained, always be ugly, always be split.
Do we have enough solid ground to weather the strains of these grown children pulling from both sides? That is my real fear.
Kids, cancer, us and time. What will happen if all that collides?
1 comment:
Haven't they already collided?
Post a Comment