It started, as these things often go, simply enough. This woman who reached out to me was not the first, and I do not think she will be the last.
I answer these emails quickly, understanding that the electronic media prohibits me from hearing what comes with them – that faint voice calling the the darkness –
Hello? Hello? Am I alone? Is there anyone here? Can anyone tell me what this place is? Where I might find company?
I understand. It is human at all times to want to know that you are not alone. It is human to want to know that you have company. In the wildest times of our lives, in the darkest, in the times when we are battered and broken, we call out in faint voices, hoping for a voice. I have called out for a light.
Yes. I am here. I’ve been here for a while. I don’t know everything, but I know somethings. You do not have to curse at the darkness. I have a tiny bit of light, and I will share.
Perhaps, perhaps this is what the sort of blogging that I do really is. It is the sharing of my day, but also the sharing of light.
I do not know everything about living without children after yours have died. I know a bit. A very little bit to be sure, but a bit and even the tiniest of bits is more than none.
There is, to the left of the tab called “E-mail Mrs. Spit” a tab called “Living Child Free”.
You are welcome to read it and ask to add things I have missed. You are welcome to share the link around (but I ask you to share the link and not the words).
It is not much – only a tiny bit of light, but in the darkness, only a tiny bit of light is required.
I have a tiny bit of light and I will share.