I should start this one by saying I weigh in under a 100 pounds. Which means I’m the world’s cheapest drunk. So even with a single cocktail in my system, I can be buzzed. Tonight, when I got to that state of mind, I started remembering my babies. They were so perfect, especially Turbulence, that candle in the wind--- she looked beautiful and healthy and just right on ultrasound one week and was dead within the next 5 days.
Then I looked up my bloglist on my iphone for the first time in 3 days in a bar (bad idea) and saw this post, and my heart broke all over again, all the more so because it was like what I went through. Go to offer support.