Three days later, I am released from the hospital in time to attend two funerals. Robyn’s and Sam’s. I was able to walk into both under my own power. The affairs were solemn and sad, and the general theme of each revolved around two beautiful lives snuffed out far before their time.
Snuffed out by a madman who was both the abused and the abuser.
Strangely, I did not cry a single tear at either of them. Robyn and Sam were perhaps the two people, besides my own child, whom I loved most in the physical world. I enjoyed the privilege of loving my friend Robyn for a long, long time, while Sam I only recently started falling in love with. Now, they were gone from me, and I didn’t have enough tears left in me to shed for them.
There never was a question about who would take care of little M
