But isn’t that the point of everything that has happened between us? We command nothing. We control nothing. We receive and receive and receive, and some of it is beautiful and some of it is absolutely fucked. I know I am in shock, and I know the feelings will decide they want to speak at four in the morning or some such hour, but for now I feel nothing but a practical acceptance. Life is fucked. Life is entirely fucked and there is nothing we can do about it. No amount of missions or outreaches or fundraisers or social media campaigns will change it. Our child is dying. We’ve already lost.
