Today it is my darlingest daughter’s 7th birthday. I don’t think I could ever love someone more than I love her.
Most years I find myself staying on high alert throughout the night before her birthday in a kind of post-traumatic vigil, a retrospective anticipation of her birth. The body holds trauma in such a way that it can’t tell past from present, and an anniversary or a reminder can whisk one back to the event itself which seems still to be happening, or to a replaying of the narrative.
Suzy Robinson soprano 