This is achingly, beautifully written. I can’t even begin to comprehend the courage it has taken this couple to bring another child into their world. I’m confident this author will do a superlative job making meaning from such an incomprehensible loss.
Oh my god. If something like this happened to me I would certainly move out of the city. How on Earth does one recover from a trauma like this?! I guess by writing. And I guess that the process of recovery never really ends.
It is not her life I want to keep secret, but the circumstances of her death. We wish to protect our children. I was unable to protect Greta. Now, having seen the brick destroy my first child, I must deliver the knowledge of the brick to my second. We will have to choose the moment in Harrison's life to introduce this crack into his foundation, and I will have no way of controlling where it goes inside him afterward.
Good God that's heavy stuff. I'm sure that crack will end up letting in a lot more light.
Good Lord, how heartbreaking. Writing about this must be a sort of therapy for J. Greene.
This made me weep as though Greta and Harrison were my own.
This is achingly, beautifully written. I can’t even begin to comprehend the courage it has taken this couple to bring another child into their world. I’m confident this author will do a superlative job making meaning from such an incomprehensible loss.
Oh my god. If something like this happened to me I would certainly move out of the city. How on Earth does one recover from a trauma like this?! I guess by writing. And I guess that the process of recovery never really ends.
Good God that's heavy stuff. I'm sure that crack will end up letting in a lot more light.