It's A Long Road
We will start sad and end happy, how does that sound? I had another rough night tonight. I think when I get sad it would probably be a 24 hour period of weeping however I refuse to let my children see me in that state so I am forced to only cry at night and it winds up lasting a few days. Grief is thick and heavy and messy. My husband and I grieve so differently. It's not to say one is right or wrong, just different. I feel like a cat that has fallen in a deep tub of water and is clawing its way out. That's how I feel about the memories I want to keep of Tadem. I am clawing, so fiercely to keep that baby's memory alive and I claw because I feel the world has moved on and forgotten. Everybody is present and there with you emotionally at the beginning and then naturally, everyone gets back to life and Ma Ma Bear is left with what was "supposed to be." Left with the pictures of her baby and the memories of saying good bye. Dave has been amazing, although at ...