Me

Why do this?

I was 22 when I had my son. I was 42 when I lost him. I have 5 other children and an honorary daughter. I own a coffee shop and buildings in town. I work with 4H, coach soccer, and serve on a local school board. I am surrounded. And supported. And dead inside. The journals aren’t cutting it anymore. It’s been months. I need a place to grieve. A place where my words might land as long as I give them some flight.