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[rivka]

I still feel like crying today. I don't know why. Michael is clearly non-brain-damaged this morning, although horribly sore and stiff. No more portions of the house fell in overnight. But I feel all emotional and weak-kneed.

Also, this morning I was thinking: we have a big three-story house. There are only four of us. What are the odds that, at the precise moment that a portion of the ceiling fell in, one of us would just happen to be underneath that exact portion? They've got to be astronomical.

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[jonquil.livejournal.com]

Of course you feel like crying. Being the brave one and pulling it together is *exhausting*. And I'm betting if you're like me you were working very hard not to think about a lot of things -- what if he's [insert horrible medical consequence], what if the house has to be torn down, what if more of it falls down today, blah blah blah.

I'd be shaking, once my true love and my household was out of immediate danger, and all the ghosts of What Might Have been rose up.

I wish that, right now, there were somebody else to be the grownup for you and let you sit down and shake.