[ ] Something has troubled me since my son Eden died last year at four years old from cancer. Long before he was ever sick, I carried a strange certainty that we wouldn’t have him for long. I can’t explain where it came from. [ ] Now that he’s gone, I think about those things constantly. Part of me worries I somehow manifested it by thinking it. Another part of me feels strangely that I was sensing something that was already written. Do you think it is possible for us to sense the shape of a tragedy before it happens, or do we only see these patterns afterwards because grief is trying to make meaning from the unbearable?
ISABEL @ Issue no. 360