Ink wash study in sketchbook
No, not talking about the folk singer but that sudden feeling you get in your gut, that heavy dull ache that throbs like a pendulum, back and forth eating away at your soul when you hear someone you love is hurt. My son was shot in the eye with a bb gun. It was just one of those bizarre accidents but it was lucky it was a plastic bullet otherwise he may have lost his eye. As it is it bounced off but caused the blood vessels in the eye to bleed and swell. It has been a week now and some of the swelling is down but his eye still bleeds. For another two weeks he has to live in the dark (can't use the good eye either because when he uses it his other eye thinks it needs to work also), put drops in his eye every hour and wait. My anguish is compounded by the fact that I can't help him because he's a million miles away in another country and I can't just dash over there. He tells me he is okay, tells me not to worry. I am a mother I sit here with a leadbelly and wait & wait & wait.