Last year I wrote about inevitability.I only know I wrote it because the title to this post was so similar that Blogger wanted to autofill for me. Normally, I would have ignored it. But right now it seems so...I don't know...creepy.
Tomorrow we celebrate Myles' first birthday.
I'm at a loss for words.
I feel peace where I didn't before.
But it also feels like there is something new on the horizon...something big and important...
Strangely enough, that peace is still there somewhere. Maybe it's just a pleasant memory but I don't think so. It's there...I can FEEL it.
Anyway...that's not why I wanted to write this post. I wanted to write this post because I can't stop eating pears. And cottage cheese. And soup.
When most foods taste like nothing in my mouth, these foods seem to bring me alive again. It's magical thinking at its finest, I'm sure...sensory memories that make me feel better. Only they don't make me feel better and I really want to stop (yes, I know, I need a little OCD on top of everything to just make this PERFECT).
Pears were from a happy time when my belly was rounding out with Little Bug and we listened to "Rolling Through the Sunshine" on the car radio as we went to our Easter Sunday picnic in the park...and we were happy. Soup and cottage cheese were the first things I ate after three foodless days in the hospital...after it was all over...when I needed something "gentle" on my system.
I remember when Alex died and I sought out the body wash they used to bathe him in the hospital. I thought that was a bit crazy. But THIS! I think there is so little to hold onto that I'm just grasping at straws here. There are things I don't want to remember (can't face)...but there are also things I desperately want back in this reality (not just in a memory).
But here's what's on the schedule instead...
Thursday, May 6 - The last in the series of two-week appointments crossed out of my desk calendar (scheduled when we were all feeling SO optimistic).
Friday, May 7 - No school- P/T conference compensatory day
Saturday, May 8 - Remembering Travis
Sunday, May 9 - Mother's Day
Monday, May 10 - C'mon, it's a MONDAY!
Tuesday, May 11 - Remembering Alex
And of course, we have the overarching, "it's been one month," additional fun to make the entire weekend just sparkle and shine.
Now which day should I devote to drinking? All of them? Sounds good to me.
Both my mother and my mother-in-law want to celebrate Mother's Day. I was able to be honest with my mother and tell her that I may spend the day in bed with the covers pulled over my head. She seemed to understand. Steve told his mom basically the same thing (she and I haven't spoken since Alex died...and yes...that means she has never even MET Myles). She chose to ignore all emotion and told him to be sure he calls her on Mother's Day. Yeah.
I mean, really...did you SEE that schedule for the next six days?!?! Just seeing it all printed there makes me want to slit my wrists. Thankfully, I know that the anticipation is often worse than actually getting through the days. But...still!
I had a very big cry the other day and I haven't cried since. In fact, I've felt pretty good. Despite the tone you may read this entry with, it's been written with no tears. But I know they're waiting to return...sometime during the next six days.
I think Steve and I may go get tattoos again. I NEED to add Little Bug back to my body somehow (other than through food). And honestly, the thought of a little controlled physical pain during this weekend seems somehow appropriate.
Well this entry went all over the place, didn't it? Sorry about that.
I probably won't blog much for the next six days. In fact, I think I'll just go ahead and post my memorial place-markers now so I don't even have to exert the energy for those on Saturday and Tuesday. And aside from drunken tweeting and playing Bejeweled Blitz, I probably won't be around Facebook too much. I just don't want anyone to worry. I'll make it through...I always do.