An image came in my head last night when I was attempting to get to sleep as an anaology for life now, life after stilllbirth, after Leo.
Lost.
I would explain it as using an hundred year old map of your home town to find the brand new coffee shop. With a compass pointing south.
Even if you suss it out and work out where it is on the map, your compass is still pointing in the wrong direction.
And once you get your head around the old map and how it relates to the current version of the town, you’re given the modern day map and you need to find the now non-existent bus station.
Lost.
The Legacy of Leo 