“How often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty, and make me say, ‘I never realized my loss until this moment?’”   C. S. Lewis  A Grief Observed

Well, I crafted what I thought was a decent post about this being the 30th anniversary of my son Malcolm’s death and about how similar this day is to that day, weather wise, thirty years ago. And about all these plans I had for today.

And how instead I spent the afternoon in bed. And that I knew the moms in my group would understand.  And so on.

But guess what?

My post that I thought I published disappeared. Sigh. Maybe that’s a sign.

It’s certainly symbolic. Writing, stuff, and people vanish. I’ve been thinking about that today.

What I wrote over on our fb page survived.

http://www.facebook.com/fartheralongbook

I guess I’ll just leave it at that.