Everything is moving too quickly. The funeral home just called. Felix’s remains are…ready. For us to pick up. And then what? What do we do with his ashes? When I was still in the hospital it felt like life was somehow on hold. Now it’s all full steam ahead, but everything is off-kilter. My milk came in today. Just as I was wondering what to do about this a nurse called from the hospital. She suggested cabbage compresses. I’d read about that remedy before. But I still feel absurd, sitting here, in pain, grieving the loss of my son, with cabbage in my bra.
