his hand and footprints
Everything is moving too quickly. The funeral home just called. Felix's remains are...ready. For us to pick up. And then what? What do we do with his ashes? When I was still in the hospital it felt like life was somehow on hold. Now it's all full steam ahead, but everything is off-kilter. My milk came in today. Just as I was wondering what to do about this a nurse called from the hospital. She suggested cabbage compresses. I'd read about that remedy before. But I still feel absurd, sitting here, in pain, grieving the loss of my son, with cabbage in my bra.