“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men, couldn’t put Humpty together again.”
I can commiserate with Humpty. The great fall of losing my son to suicide has left me, amongst other things, feeling fragile as an egg. Actually, when I stop and think about it, my grief has an awful lot in common with an egg.
I’ve felt…
Cracked
Broken
Beaten
Scrambled
Fried
Boiled
Rotten
And some days, hours, moments even, Sunnyside up.
Yes, old Humpty and I have a lot in common.
