Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Well, that was a fun few days.

It's "easier" than it used to be. But it ain't easy. There are moments when I literally wish April 8 - May 11 could simply be erased from the calendar.

Come on summertime! I am SO ready!

I couldn't even come up with a title for this post because I don't even know how to mark these entries anymore. Verbal diarrhea post #967572?

I took a pinwheel to the other two at the cemetery. I hadn't been for a long time before my friend lost her baby. Now I want to go every day. But I know it's not good for me.

I wandered over to her baby's grave. Rainwater beaded on the outside of a pack of baseball cards left for him. Indians Opening Day saw the longest game in opening day history. Seemingly appropriate for a dad missing his baby boy...his toddler...his big boy...his elementary schooler...his teenager...

I still have a brick filled with baby ashes sitting on a shelf.

Nobody else remembered April 8th...

...except me.

But, hey, at least it's "easier" now.

2 comments:

Pipsylou said...

"easier" really is all relative, isn't it?

someone wise once told me that the wounds never heal. they just scar over with time.

my scar tissue is bright pink.

i prefer distraction/denial. it's what works best these days so i'm sticking with it.

hugs to you, and hugs to Little Bug. I so wish the two of you could have met, earthside.

Beruriah said...

I came over here remembering two years ago April, but not a specific date. I hope the days pass quickly and kindly until May 11.