Oh God--first and in many ways the least important, your writing made me fear that my heart would jump out of my chest, and was so intense and immediate that I wasn't sure I could continue. The second is the sorrow for your loss- and the experience and reexperience of it. It is no wonder that you tell the stories over again. They are our lost children, and so their existence lives on in the basic landscape of ourselves, no matter if anyone else recognizes it or not. It is for you--only you--to use the "right" words. Screw Heritage

and their arrogant stupidity. Thank you for this piece. I know it will remain with me.