I'm gradually reading through all the "Right where I am" posts linked to Angie's blog. Gradually being the operative word. I am marking exam papers, pressing deadlines and dealing with a small, cranky boy who is trying to grow some pre-molars and has decided nursing for 23 out of 24 hours is the best way to deal with the pain. (He's probably right).
But, I am slowly reading - and commenting on - every single one. The power and the pain; the beauty and the horror are immense. I have nodded along to each post I have read, recognising shared experiences ... wishing each of us did not have to be a part of something so wonderful but so sad. I am being reminded of things that I could have included in my own post but didn't. Maybe there are still words to pour into this place.
For example: I could have talked about music - and the way a silly, chirpy little song like this one, with the words "I love you more, everyday" can pop up on the radio first thing in the morning and make a babylost mama cry:
