I’m not sure how to do this, what to call it or how to get through it.  The anniversary of Silas’ birth and death is on Friday which means I am a year deep into this nightmare and still mostly lost.

Our plan is to spend time away with my brother’s family, up in New Hampshire.  Their house is cozy and safe, tucked onto a hillside in the midst of trees and trails, the canopy of stars endless above.

It’s those fucking stars I’m worried about.