Letter #11
Dear Bill, I have a confession. I threw a glass across the living room the other day and watched it shatter into a million pieces. I have been waiting four and a half years to do that. Then I proceeded to clean it up, alone and full of emotion. A metaphor of sorts. I'm not proud of this and we can just go ahead and add this to all the other things I have doubted myself on these last four and a half years. Widowed parenting is a cruel thing. I am trying really hard to hold it all together. Trying to be too many things to so many people. And I am breaking. There is little relief from the daily grind, with the isolation and stay at home orders this pandemic has forced us into. So many people are sick, way too many have died, and don't even get me started on the recent election. Also, it's the holidays and your birthday is coming up. All the kids are home, doing on-line school, full time. Yeah. Facilitating second grade on-line learning to our 8-year-old,...