For me there's no real way to put any of the pieces back together to create any semblance of the whole, but there is an exhausted thread holding up what remains of -- I can't find the word(s) -- the remains of me is all I really know to say right now, and, well, this string was made a little stronger today by the beautifully sincere words of a stranger.
Thank you Kim for sharing your words with Erin and me. A very thoughtful and kind message. Thank you.
I wish that our stories did not have to be told.