I realized tonight as I held Ada in my arms and felt her fall asleep that I am afraid of September. My parents will be gone, the home cooked meal delivery will stop and everyone else will go on with their lives.
It will be just me, just us: Mama, Daddy, Ada and the hole where Benjamin was. What happens then? How am I going to get through the day then?
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