The lovely Catherine loaned me her copy of An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination, by Elizabeth McCracken, and I couldn't put it down until I was finished reading the entire thing.
I won't write a review...because that's not who I am...but this line toward the end of the book had me weeping for the truth of it...
"To remember that he was dead, but to remember him without pain: he's dead but of course she still loves him, and that love isn't morbid or bloodstained or unsightly, it doesn't need to be shoved away."
I may be a freak. I may be the the thing that pregnant women don't want to hear about. I may always be a little sad (and say sad things).
But I love my babies. ALL of my babies.
I will not apologize for it. And I will not hide it.
4 comments:
You *are* a freak. (just kidding because if you are, then so am I). Amen to not hiding your feelings to make others feel better. (((hugs)))
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I think the most annoying thing about loss is not only do you have to go through it, you have to deal with the *unsaid* of other people, the, "she must have done something to deserve it" "Oh that's so sad, now let's move on with my great life"...even friends who support you 100% can move on at the end of the day to their complete families. they get to read your blog and move on. that's so irritating to me.
sometimes i want to hate them for it but that makes me feel more miserable and isolated.
heck yes, you talk about your children. all FIVE of them.
never apologize.
My husband and I say all the time that the price of admission to this club is unbearably high, but we wouldn't trade the company for anything.
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