Living with the loss of stillbirth and learning to live in the sunshine of our new normal.

Sunday, April 15, 2018

I Can't Forget

A year ago today, I still had a mom.

Year One

In the past 365 days, I've learned a lot about the world. First and foremost, that I am a mess without my mom. I've learned that grief changes a person, no matter how many times you experience it. Grief is always different, always enormous. It changes from day to day, so when you begin to think you've got a handle on it, you have to start over.

Every single day, I have to remind myself that my mom is gone. Every day, there's a question I need to ask her, or a story I want to tell her. Every damn day, I realize all over again that the memories are just memories now, all that I have left is absolute nothing.

I feel like I've learned more about myself over this past year. Mostly, how good I am at avoiding myself. How I tend to pretend things are fine, and how good I am at acting normal when I feel like I am flying apart at the seams. I feel like I am looking at the world through a window, and also that I'm on both sides of the glass. I know how fucked up I am over losing my mom, but the me on the other side is going along with life like the worst thing never happened. I remember clearly, going to bed the night she died, not wanting to close my eyes because all I saw was her. The last image of her was not a pleasant one, and all I could see was that. I was terrified to go to sleep because I was convinced I would not wake up. Because I think that's how she died. I think she was asleep and her heart just gave up. I have to think that. I can't even consider another possibility. I shut down all of my thoughts about her fear or pain, because she deserved heaven in the blink of an eye.

Every day, for 365 now, I call to the universe to give her back. I honestly cannot picture my life without her, my children growing up without her. Them not knowing the joy of having her in their lives. It drowns me, to think that Miles may not remember her or Dawn, that he'll have no grandma to look back on. To know that Sophia still grieves so deeply, that starting with her sister, she's known so much loss, and she's only 10. That I'm supposed to be a functional adult and even I can't deal with it all, so how is she supposed to? I have not come to terms with the complete and total loss. I don't imagine I ever will at this point. There are not words to describe the whole of loss that I feel, that the loss had not disappated, even after 12 months. It still feels fresh with every breath, and I struggle to cope with every sunrise, knowing she's not here.

I can't ramble on forever. I can't face it, either. I honestly don't know what tomorrow will bring, because the loss is still so immense that I am drowing in it. My mom was the best person I've ever known, and though I understand that it was a privilege to have had her at all, I can't measure my days without her. I can't seem to force myself awake into the truth, and every single day, the universe refuses to give me what I need to cope. I need my mom. I need my mom.

Saturday, April 7, 2018

11 years

My darling,

  11 years have come and gone since you came into our lives, and left without a sound. There are days when I wonder if you still belong to me, or if you ever really did. Our life without you is so busy, so loud and messy, and although I know you'd fit right in with us, you're nowhere to be found. I still have moments when I look around, trying to find something I've lost, without thinking about what it is. Some catch in my breath that tells me someone is missing, and it takes a moment for me to remember that it's you. You're always missing.
This past year have brought more grief than I'd thought possible. These past few years my faith has been on shaky ground, but since we lost your grandmothers and your cousin, I feel as though the ground has fallen out completely. Is wanting to believe the same as believing? I miss you, my little love. My first and always, I miss not having you, never having you. I hope you're somewhere safe, that you remember me, and that you understand more things than i do.