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Shock I was thinking about shock and whether you ever 'get over' the actual shock of the loss of your child. I think not, but, as I write in Hand, it's not because you come to 'terms' with the unthinkable, but rather because of the fear, at least my fear, of forgetting. However illusory, it gives you some control when you really have had no control. On the ground, when I think about Zoe, or say her name, or somebody else says her name, there is still always a brief, sometime

So where have I been ?? Well, I had an accident (actually was playing with my 6 year old grandson) and broke my hip! (This is why some of my friends say that at my age I should be playing cards or Maj - whaever that is!) The hip was immediately replaced but I've been - and it's coming onto 6 weeks now - rehabbing and otherwise distracted. So.......I've been out of action ! I'm back now to a more functional state - yea! One of the comments I've received about Hand is that it's

So I delivered Hands this week to a wonderful person for him to read and to offer words of support for the book if appropriate. Hadn’t seen him in years, like many of the folks I’m connecting with and he immediately reached out and gave me a big hug! He is the religious leader who I wrote about and who asked me what a person like him might say when he meets a bereaved parent. As I wrote, I found the fact that he asked me that question, rather than made up something which sugg

So, I’m in the process of contacting people - Doctors, other professionals, bereaved parents who worked or knew us or and/or Zoe - and asking them to read an advanced copy of Hands to provide some feedback and also to see if anyone picks up any inconsistencies or errors. Lauren is really pushing me, but in a very supportive way because she thinks, - no, to rephrase, she knows that if there are more attestations included in the final copy, it will be more helpful in getting

So the first printed drafts of HAND arrived on my doorstep today! I awaited its arrival like a young anxious child who couldn’t sit still, constantly looking out the front window to see if I could spot a delivery van, checking and re-checking to see if a package had come. And when it did come, I shook with anticipation as I brought it in and opened up the box. And there it was, in print after 20 years. It was truly overwhelming for me. I’ve read and reread it again, now in