I’m laying
here staring at an empty crib…
This crib
is almost an exact replica of the one that stands empty in the next room, only
smaller, so as to fit in our room, next to our bed. I just keep staring at it,
as if it is going to help me… as if it will explain what the hell is going on. It
wont.
We went to
a movie today. We debated this venture. Our small group got together to see the
movie. We weren’t sure if I could handle it. Movies have the tendency to
purposely push your emotional buttons and mine are so raw a sideways look can
set me off. Ultimately Will left it up to me. I wanted to go… I wanted to be
with our friends. I wanted some normal.
I don’t
know that it was a bad idea but the choice certainly had some repercussions. A
tsunami has been pulling water out into that endless ocean of pain for a while
now. I knew it would be crashing soon. Soon was today, soon is now.
In the
movie the main character visited two graves repeatedly. In the emotional climax
the sight of the grave markers was more than I could handle. Crash. The roar of
unbearable pain deafened me. My child is in the ground. For most people that
was just an emotional scene, for most people the fact that a wife in the movie
buried her husband and a child had his father torn from his life add richness
to a plot that ties up in a pretty bow at the end. Not for me. For me the image
of leaves covering a grave marker is all I can see.
MY life doesn’t tie up in a pretty bow. There is no nice
resolution. My son is dead. There is a hole in my heart that will never be
filled. I hurt. I hurt. I hurt.
I stare at
one empty crib that waits for new life. It is empty in anticipation. Every. Single.
Day. I pass a crib that is empty with loss. Representations of the duality that
is my world.
Normal is
so confusing. I live perpendicular to the world. I see green where you see
purple and hear screams where you hear music. It is so hard to walk here, never
quite there.
From under
the waves, until next time…
Be gentle to yourself.....
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