| a reflection |How does someone pick up the pieces ? Do you ever pick up the pieces ? Are they meant to be picked up ? Or do we just honour them and walk carefully around them forever? Tomorrow is Loey’s one month birthday. Not sure what to do ? And, I think that’s okay – but I’m still nervous. In the middle of it all, the need to find compassion in moments of unknowns is probably a piece that is one of the most challenging. The Western world moves so fast and is always on the clock – – but can you put a time on this ? Can you put a deadline on picking up the pieces ? Are there others who feel the same ? Love to all who have lost 💕