Sometimes I just want to scream from the depths of my soul. I want to say...this isn't fair...why did this happen to me...isn't it enough that I lost my father when I was two. I thought that that was supposed to be my challenge in life. I want to scream that I just want to see her crawl or see her walk along the couch. Its the simple things that I will never get that make me feel and hurt so much more. I want to put a pony tail in her hair...or even to braid it...I want to kiss her nose...and make her dresses. Sometimes I feel robbed and I just want someone to scream at but there is nobody to even tell this to that would understand how deeply I feel that I want her back.
I can still remember her smell...I want to smell it again...and feel her soft hair against my neck as she sleeps on my shoulder.
I realize that I am blessed beyond anything I could ask for...and I try hard to look at those blessings and realize a day will come when I see her again. As the anniversary approaches I am finding it more difficult to be positive. I have decided that I am going to look for a piece of pottery and break it into pieces...then glue it back together. I read this in a book...and then another blog I read from a mother that lost her child...she did it after she read it...it is supposed to be healing. Breaking the pottery is a simile for all that I feel from this past year. Gluing it back together...yet still seeing it broken.. is a simile for what I will be for the rest of my life.
Sometimes I wonder what I will become from this...hopefully I become stronger and I will be compassionate towards others who feel the same pain, only time will tell. Please try to bear with me through this.
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