Unchosen mendicant
By Easter of 2008, Adrianne shouldn't have been breathing…The other children at St.James were running around searching for eggs screaming, yelling doing the fun activities that children do. While fighting over who saw the egg first. Adrianne was not playing. Adrianne was sleeping on my lap, sometimes looking up only to go back to sleep, like a newborn. My life was FLASHING before my eyes. Adrianne was going. She’s leaving us. I was ignoring the signs. We were settled in Great Barrington, Jason caretaking property on Mount Washington. We rented an in-law apartment set up an air mattress that would be deflated by the time we woke up. We came back from the west coast to be “normal”. Only to discover “normal’ is a cycle on the dishwasher. Synclair was 2 1/2 and I was pregnant with Abegayle. Three little ones and one on the way. Adrianne was five. We walked everywhere, even in the dead of the winter. It does stay incredibly cold in the winters, Berkshire winters are what they are...