Surrounded by nothing, yet tightly oppressed
Noise so intense, yet nothing makes sense
sleep, yes…what a relief
turning and turning…wake up in a sweat
Surrounded by masses, yet feeling alone
Mumble and mumble, yet silence is best
sleep, yes…what a relief
turning and turning…wake up without rest
My daughter was in the autism spectrum. Her comprehension could be difficult at times. Remember the Love Boat🖤🌹? This time of the year was one of great difficulty. It was cruel on her heart and mind, because she thought “everyone” had a special someone. She felt she was the only one in the world without a valentine. Oh, how she cried! She thought that because she was ugly and “different”, nobody wanted her. We had many conversation, where I’d try to make her understand differently.
My heart wells up with gratitude at the thought of two men who took the time to make my beautiful girl feel as special as she was. They didn’t have to. They weren’t told to. It came from a heart of love.
♥My son (Angie’s big bro) took her on a special date for valentines day. She was besides herself. She had me help her pick the perfect outfit, doing her make up, and helping her with her hair. She felt like a princess. She talked about it, and talked about it. Such a special day for her, and him.
♥A family member brought her fresh flowers every Saturday. We would place them where she could smell and see them. They would brighten up her days. Even on those horrid treatment days, she’d smile when she would see her beautiful flowers.
Just two examples of love and kindness. They might seem small, but they were enormous in a my daughter’s eyes. And, this Momma is beyond grateful.
We decorated her grave…that’s just what we do. But, the memories of love shown to her on this earth are engraved on our hearts.
Can you think of someone that might need a little extra love? Take the time. Your love and kindness lasts beyond the grave🌸✝️
Made it to the other side. The fog has cleared. The tightness released. Now the Grief Unchained and the Unfiltered thoughts are released…brace yourself!
My God has not shrunk. My faith has not been diminished. In fact my faith is what keeps me from ending it all; from escaping this world that seems to be vent on adding vinegar to my wound.
You telling me that Angie is on your heart and mind, doesn’t diminish my pain and envy that you are celebrating your daughter’s special day. Do I always have to take the high road? Do I always have to think nice happy thoughts? Can you allow me to be real and honest about my sorrow and grief? Does it always have to be kosher?
So there’s a timeline? But it has already been x-amount-of-days! Oh, excuse me, I didn’t realize that I’m not on your timetable. I didn’t realize that my grief had an expiration date. Don’t you know that one second without my daughter is an eternity? Don’t you know that until she’s in my arms, I will ache to hold her? Don’t rush me! Don’t patronize me!
You can’t handle my “thoughts”. The continual horrid movie playing, nonstop – unrelenting. My daughter wasting away, until she’s only skin and bones. My daughter vomiting her insides. My daughter looking at Mommie, asking for help. My daughter crying, saying she doesn’t want to die. AND, I, unable to grant her wish. That body bag! That casket! That deep hole!
My Reality! My Journey!
Just another day in the life of a grieving mother😢💔
Today you are having breakfast with your daughter,
while I eat alone with only memories of mine.
Today you will talk & pray & help your daughter with her wedding attire,
while that desire sharply stings in my empty arms.
Today you will kiss your daughter as you enter the sanctuary to witness her vows,
while I envy the sound of that voice.
Today will be a fairy-tale wedding with sights of flowing gown and veil,
while the sight of a white casket lingers in my eyes.
Yes, it is a joyful day – for you!
As I am sorely reminded and grieve what will never be – for me!
~ wave after ~ wave ~ after wave
how to prepare? how to brace?
unpredictable, unseen, unexpected
laid out, crumbled…yet, fighting to breathe
screaming, punching, tearing at my flesh
numb yet fully engaged…quiet yet horribly loud
the spirals that comes from nowhere
the feelings that are everywhere
once again, it hits…AND there’s nothing to do, but…
Have you ever stepped on a Lego? Walking into a room, minding your own business, when WAMMO! The pain, the agony, jerk, the bouncing on one leg…did I mention the pain?
Yup, I’ve hit a wall! I’ve “stepped” on a gazillion legos. Grief is such an intricate beast.
This month has been filled with Baby Showers, Bridal Showers, Birth Announcements, Wedding Invitations, and on and on. I have been purposeful about making decisions to attend or not to attend without feeling guilty or like I “have-to-be-there” (therapy is helping). Can I just pat myself on the back, cause, I believe I’ve done well, thank you!
BUT it hit! And, it hit hard! Horrid panic/anxiety attack. Anger. Screaming. Stomach knots. Difficulty breathing.
I’ll never see my daughter in a wedding dress…I’ll never hold her child….I’ll never celebrate with her a birth announcement….I’ll never…I’ll never…I’ll never…SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!
~ Sigh ~
When my brain quiets down, I KNOW my daughter is not missing out on anything. She is whole and complete. I have peace and assurance that I will hold her in my arms again. Then, and only then, will this assault of my mind and emotions will be over.
In the meantime, I hunker down and allow the waves to come. I don’t fight my feelings and emotions or condemn myself for feeling this way. I’m learning to ride them out. And, as I step on them “legos”, I’ll jump and scream and writhe in pain. It won’t be forever, cause there’s no legos in heaven 😉
PRESENT – amidst – joy, pain; laughter, tears.