Today I came home to find one of my babies lying dead in the driveway. My very dear Zero had obviously been struck by a car and had barely had made her way back home before dying. She was lying peacefully underneath the cedar tree, as if asleep.
Seeing her there was like twisting a knife in my heart. When her mother, Wednesday, went missing six weeks ago, it hurt really bad---but not like this. When my beloved Wednesday didn't come home, at least I had the option of telling myself that she'd run away---but when your baby's corpse is lying there, you just don't have any option but to face it head-on.
My very best friend came over this evening and helped me to bury her, and without him I just don't know how I could have managed. I'd like to take this opportunity to give thanks to all the people who give their love freely to others, without thought to what that may someday entail.
My heart is broken
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