Signs??
I was sitting on the staircase tonight waiting for Blake to brush his teeth before I tucked him in to bed. As I sat there staring at the bookshelf, my eyes fixated upon this metal sculpture we have of a person riding a bicycle. I had a flashback of a picture of it that Bill had taken right after we unpacked all of our stuff after our move out here from California. He captioned it something like, "The Only Thing that Broke During the Move." It was literally the only thing that had gotten damaged during the 3 day trek out here. The person's head had broken off at the neck, so of course Bill did what any engineer would do and grabbed his epoxy and glued it back together. I immediately felt sick to my stomach and had to stop myself from retching. Was that a sign? A foreshadowing of things to come? I certainly hope not, but I also cannot ignore the coincidence. For almost the entire year before his death I had an overwhelming sense of anxiety and at times, dread. I had nev...