Why I can't I write anymore? It is so frustrating. I understand that it feels like I'm writing the same thing over and over but this is my life after...
There is still life. When the overwhelming utter sadness that swallows you whole lets you accept a little sunshine in your life...acceptance and hope enter. Does the pain leave? No, the only thing time does is let you learn how to grieve easier, how to handle the sadness is a different way.
I recently had a mother ask me why? Why do you want to have your personal information out there? Why share with all those people who just want to read about another persons sadness?
That person was me once upon a go. I like many others read the misfortune and sadness that happened to other people, we kissed and hugged our children a little closer and thought, "that couldn't happen to me". It is human nature. It is one way to let others know that life isn't a sure thing. Take the time to hold your babies a little closer even if other things have to pile up.
Smile, laugh, chase them around making noises, shower them with kisses because one day they may not be there anymore. Nothing is certain.
It doesn't matter how much I worried about Megan being sick with colds and fevers. It doesn't matter that I had the fear that I did. It doesn't matter that she was still breastfeeding, still cosleeping, none of it mattered because she still died. Don't you get it? None of us are safe. Its been almost three years and I still cannot bring myself to write about the hope and the happiness because while I may accept the happiness and hope and love... My heart still misses her unbearably and that is not my way. I feel like If I start talking about all the hope and happiness that the pain of missing her seems diminished, like its ok shes gone and its not ok. Its not ok at all.
So many mothers and one father have written me and told me how much my brutal honesty have helped them, that is all I need that is why I do this. It killed me when all I read was the hopeful posts because I felt abnormal. I couldn't even grieve properly. What was wrong with me? Was I not religious enough? Did I not have enough faith? Did I have that much bad karma? Why don't I feel comforted when I see rainbows? I don't feel that is Megan looking down on me, its a rainbow. Truthfully it breaks my heart thinking she might be here, watching me. I imagine her as a toddler and not understanding my pain. Shes just gone. She's ashes. All I have is her memory.
How I wish I could just spend an entire day crying. I just want to cry and cry and cry like I did and I can't anymore. Time heals.
Eff that, Eff time. The only thing that i appreciate is that I can tell people about Megan and not break down crying.
Everything happens for a reason.
I feel hopeless right now and I actually meant to write a happy post but as I come up on three years soon that anger and the pain is just so strong. Lonely. I miss her.