Locked in a prison of grief. Vice gripes hold my heart. I move about in a whirl of nothing. I try not to feel sorry for myself. But when I consciously think about it I shut it off. I want to be okay, it will never be. A waterfall
of tears flow daily. Will I ever be ok? I have not a glimpse of the answer. Please don’t step on my heart.
SLIP
The slip of the hand, the cut of a blade, would all the pain just go away…
EVER
I try everyday to fill a deep hole in my soul. I can’t…it is to deep. When I stop for a brief moment to think about what is lost the hole expands and I have no idea how to fill a hole so big. I will never have my son back. I can not wrap my brain around the thought. I go about doing this and that for this one and that one, trying to make some sense of the loss I now feel, trying to fill a void that has taken up residence in my heart. Doing makes me happy for a brief moment and then I feel the void all over again. Will my heart ever heal? Will I feel true joy? Will I ever stop missing holding his hand, sitting next to him, looking at him, talking to him?
There is not a part of me he was not a part of and I am missing a part of me now. I want to guard my love, not love deep, hold my passion, be selfish with my heart…but I can’t it’s not who I am. I don’t ever want to feel pain like this again so I reason with myself to hold my heart in, to guard my passion and the pain will never eclipse me again. Would not being the old me make me a better new me?
I have so many unanswered questions…Why is my son not here with me? Why is my heart broken into so many pieces I don’t think they can all be found? Why is life moving on around me and I feel like I am set in the stone cold of the deep earth where my son was laid to rest…life is not fair and I know this, but I have no idea how to explain such a simple concept to my heart…
I
I will…
Follow my heart…
Be still for my soul…
Reach with my arms…
Let go with charm…
Cry until there is no more salt…
Fear not…ever…
Take what is mine…
Cherish what I have….
Remember to embrace…
Kiss with full lips…
Embark on my journey…
Open my mind…
Love with my soul…
Push with force…
Carry with grace…
Live with passion…
Cross the bridge…
Hold on tight…
Oh, please be still my heart♥
FORCED
It’s supposed to be festive, full of happiness and joy. I have no reason not to feel these things but my mind blocks the happiness from escaping to my soul. My eyes feel with the tears seeping from my heart. There is no reason. I am one of the luckiest people alive and I know it, intellectually. Emotionally I can’t grasp it. I don’t have the ability to pull it from deep within and wrap it around my soul. It tethers there, just out of grasp making things seem in a dense fog. My reality is very different from my inner being. I’m smart, but I am not smart enough or savvy enough to make the two connect and give me the electricity needed to have joy, real joy. Forced joy is not an emotion I can even pretend to know what it feels like. It is like a rock weighing down my heart.
In these times of forced happiness, I can love,laugh and live and no one can see the black turmoil within my soul. It is hidden behind my heart which beats blank happiness. If the heart controlled my life it would be bliss, but the soul holds the key. Twisted with memories and choked with emotion…things I’m not to feel, I’m to be the happy one. The laughing one. And…I am those things on the surface, deep down I never expected to feel completely out of control of an emotion I have no control over. Seasons where joy is forced upon each of us, I just want to back away and bask from afar. It’s like a movie played out and my eyes can’t focus on the screen. I hold myself together with the realization that all the forced happiness… “this too shall pass”, and every day life is what I live best. I live out loud!
Gifts don’t have love, the lover holds the gifts. We stray far from a reality I want to live in. A reality where you buy someone something just because you love them, just because they make you smile. A forced giving is out of my realm of imagination. It stands off to the side and reaches with its black gloved hand to pull you into something that was really not meant to be. When I can give love, laughter and a hug…That’s when my happiness overflows. When I’m forced to give something, it is but an illusion of the real me. It makes me feel the darkness seep in and overtake the real me. My happiness is in the fact…”this day too shall pass”.
If I hold you, hug you, laugh with you smile because you make my heart sing. Those are the things that are real from the follicles of my being. Everything else is a forced existence I have to attribute. It’s not me and if you know me, it’s really hard to not really be me.
MANY
Can too many people love your child? I would think the answer is no. So why do we fight the love others have for our children, try to change the dynamic of an already not so great situation, on a constant basis? This is when attorneys and the law have to get involved and make decisions for a child. It is taken out of the parents hands, the very people who should be the only ones making decisions for this being they have brought into this world .You know why these outsiders become involved? Because it is obvious the parents don’t have the ability to make decisions based on the childs needs, what’s really best for the child. One wants this the other wants that, when right in the middle there is a child. It is no wonder there is a law firm on every corner and the court system is full! How on Earth did America come to this? When did it become okay to have children for our own happiness and satisfaction? Never thinking how down the road a child would be here, affected by the very decisions we make, our very actions.
It’s often times it is “in the best interest of the child”. But can a Judge really make this decision reading off a piece of paper and listening to attorneys who don’t even know the reality of the child, his wants, his needs and so on? The person holding the decisions of this child has more than likely not even SEEN the child! This is when the court system is a no win situation, when it involves a child. A precious child who loves all those involved!
Never in a million years did I dream I would watch as a child I love is torn and twisted, pulled and spun because his parents, my son included, can’t develop some type of communication. When did text messages become how one navigates their relationship with a child? Damn the text…it’s your CHILD! It’s never one-sided, there are two sides and sadly for the child they are both very ugly. While they both love the child, THEY want what each one thinks is best never once thinking about the next 10 years and how today IS going to be a cold hard reality one day and someone is going to have to explain THIS to the child!
It would be wise for one to look to the future before having children with someone…if only we had that luxury in life. Their would be fewer heart-broken children, fewer heart-broken grandparents and fewer parents who just should NOT parent together. I guess that’s why we have attorneys and lawyers, to make decisions when decisions can’t or won’t be made. One parent is not held in higher regard, that’s why God intended there be a mother and a father, a child needs BOTH, even if it be separate and apart. The child should not be torn, he should not have to navigate who and when to love, all’s he should know is love and love true love, all the time, from all those in his life. Those he has grown to love, those who have loved him. Love is a remarkable thing if one will just let it be.
I am very blessed to have a friend who is an attorney and guides me with distinct direction. I tend to be someone who has a hard time navigating this difficult situation. I am a fly off the handle spin on a dime person and in this situation this just won’t do. With her love and guidance I know I will make fewer mistakes in an ever so touchy situation. She has been of great comfort and of brilliant advice in adversity I find stewing in my heart and mind. It’s not about me, it’s not about what I want or think. It’s about the child I love. It’s about praying MY child makes good decisions, even when I don’t think they are good decisions, in the end, they are his decisions as it is his child. This is when I think it is so important for us to think about who we decide to parent with as it is a life long job. As your children grow you must love them and pray for them but, the guidance they need to navigate parenthood must come from THEIR own soul.
BOOG
I just finished reading a blog about a mother whose child lives in the hospital and has for the last two years…her entire life! I have tears in my eyes, how on earth does she manage to function from day to day…and then for a brief moment, yes I am going to say it…I thought…how lucky she is! She can leave her child and know she is cared for and still be her mother and go on about living without having to worry how she is going to go here and there and do this and that because she has her child, who can not be out and about going from here to there. I know, I am not getting the mother of the year award, I just admitted something no one I know would admit because it is so terrible, but how lucky this mother is…I thought for a brief moment…and then I thought…
I would have missed him climbing onto my bed for the first time at five years old. Watching him learn to walk in our backyard pool for the first time at eight. Seeing him drink out of a cup (be it a sippy cup) at four years old. Watching him try to move Jack out of his life when he was ten. Taking him to his new class at the High School when he was sixteen. Seeing his face light up EVERY morning when he sees me…and the list goes on and on.
But then, I thought…for the last 21 years I can’t just up and go when I want. My entire life is planned around Eric, and what Eric needs and bigger, what Eric wants. What will make Eric happy and calm. And…I think I have the best deal…because if I want to sit and hold Eric’s hand I can. When Eric cries out at night, I, his mother am there for him. There is nothing in the world that is more important than me being Eric’s mother. I’m thankful Eric is part of my life journey, he made me who I am today…and I like me…and I LOVE Eric, just because he’s mine!




