If you have a few minutes, check out my pieces over at 50 something. First one is me-centric and the latter about reading troubles BabyD is having that are, frankly, scaring the shit out of me because they remind me of things I went through with her Dad as he slowly lost his mind to his illness. Despite the constant reassurances I get about her relative immunity to succumbing to the same illness Will had, I can’t shake the terror when similar things – completely normal for her age – crop up. These things still render me irrational.*
*So much so that I again managed to offend someone.