That song, or more the lyrics to that song are what made me realize that maybe what I was feeling was more than your average postpartum depression several months after E3 was born...
There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
My sister Amy was moved to a nursing home this week.
And that sentence does not even come close to covering things. It wasn't nearly as simple as those eleven words. It was...oh, 'complicated' doesn't really say it right...neither does 'confusing'... I think 'fugly' is the word I'm looking for...can I say fugly on the Internet?
Plus, as a bonus, E1's BFF may be moving in the next year or so. And by 'may' I mean it's almost certain because I spoke with her mom tonight and she said one, maybe two years tops.
E1's cried a lot in recent days.
Oh, and school started Tuesday.
As I tried to will myself to sleep the other night, using all my mental stress-reduction tricks to attempt to turn off my brain, the words to Grey street floated right though - my brain's way of mocking me perhaps?
I saw today that DMB's sax player LeRoi Moore passed away.
It's a great tune even though the lyrics are, well...grey.