Caesura
In August 2021, two events happened in my life within approximately one week of each other.
The first: two years after deciding I wouldn’t carry another child, and two months after changing my mind, I found out I was pregnant.
The second: my kind and loving father suddenly passed away at the age of 61.
I have a lot I want to write about the first event, but I can’t even begin to think of addressing the second. I haven’t begun to scratch the surface of my grief privately, and am nowhere near ready to process it publicly.
A break, a pause, during which there was nothing to say, and everything to say. And now I try to begin again.
