“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.
And some days, hours, moments even, Sunnyside up.
Yes, old Humpty and I have a lot in common.