January 3, 2003
Family matters. A brother with a big home and bigger heart, asking few questions for now. A savvy sisterinlaw. Wisebeyondtheiryears nieces with such a gentle touch. Strong sweet nephews with helpful souls. Parents with sad eyes, pierced by tragedy but still able to feed a child, no matter how old, from their bottomless well of love and generosity. This is the bosom she flees to. The halfway house between there and… where? Not even ready to feel her wounds, let alone lick them. It will be almost a year before she tastes the floor-pacing gut-grinding limp-limbed tears of self-imposed loss.