It just sounds like a long time. It's more than half a pregnancy. Had Mila been born alive on her due date, January 12, I'd just be returning back to work now.
I've been quiet on the blog this month, but not for lack of reflection... about growing up, my own daughterhood, grief in an immigrant family, and work. I'm not sure I'm ready to share all of those thoughts on the blog yet, but maybe over this long weekend I'll share some.
For, while the tale of how we suffer, and how we are delighted, and how we may triumph is never new, it always must be heard. There isn't any other tale to tell, it's the only light we've got in all this darkness.
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