The Baby in Our Family is Seven
On losses, and wonderful days, and the passing of time
The baby of our family turned seven over the weekend. Her name is PoppyLynne—“Poppy” for the poppy fields in England, where we lived for four years, a long, long time ago, and “Lynne” for my Aunt Linda who died of lung cancer a few weeks before Poppy was born.
The older I get, the more time feels like some kind of an illusion, or a murky pool, or a clou…