The tempting thing to write is something like, “hopefully, 2008 will be a better year.” How trite. Better? That’s a stretch.
I imagine that the process of slowly reconstructing my life, hopes and dreams from the pile of rubble that it is now, along with raising two young children on my own will mostly be a struggle far beyond anything I’ve experienced in any other year of my life. Oh, and figuring out how to make enought money to pay the bills, too. Oh, and trying not to go insane with grief.
Day by day, I can see the possibilities. However, when I think that I’ll be raising them as dependants without a father for nearly as long as Mike and I were together, I lose my breath. That’s a long ass time.
THIS is what my life is to be? Who wrote this script? They’re fired.
The only saving grace is the love and support of friends and family. It is the only way I’m going to get through this. I just hope that Marley and Avery thrive somehow through this and learn to make their way in a world that seems pretty rough right now.