By Kem Nathan-Gaul
I feel I am being pulled in many directions. I feel like I want to scream and the words just won’t come out. I feel like I am reaching out to grab his hand. Sometimes, I actually sit up and grab him. I know my grasp can be firm and painful. I would never intentionally hurt him. It’s just that in that moment of confusion, panic, and pain; a part of me remembers that he is a part of me. All I can think of is that if anyone can understand what is happening, he can.
