Handling

Occasionally I’m struck by things I haven’t thought of before, surprised they hadn’t yet occurred to me.  Tucker can do this, and she couldn’t.  Tucker will do that, and she won’t.  Most often the sad realizations arrive slowly, a sort of cerebral parsimony.  My mind’s way of parceling out the heartache helps though, because surely if it all came at once I couldn’t handle it.

JEB