Disregarded
Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read
I’ve remembered a dream scene, a rarity (sad but true. I don’t know why, as I find dreams fascinating). I found my baby rabbit (who looked surprisingly like Maxie), and she was starving. It seems I had forgotten her. How sad, to be lost and hungry (an ancient grief, re-visited).

How could I not remember her? Whatever was more important than her need? (How could my parents choose alcohol over me?) Her hunger broke my heart. I woke up heavy with chastisement. Sodden with shame. The sweetest baby, and I failed to attend to her. There’s little comfort for such negligence. I lost her, and never cared that she was lost . . .
LBM 9/8/2018
