There are days, when, I can think that I'm ok.
That I'm maybe, even (shhhhh!) better than ok.
That I'm good.
That we continue to move forward and look forward and spend less than thinking back.
Ya know, to then.
Then there are days when I scream "BUT MY BABIES DIED!!!!!!!!!!!"
I might be sitting in a meeting or in the middle of teaching a class and I'll think "I'm here today, but I shouldn't be, because you see-Aiden and Sophie are dead. And they are not EVER coming back. Ever."
Sometimes, just that phrase, "Dead babies" will go through my head.
When things start to go "bad" (and I use this term lightly, because I know what bad really is, but you know-when you have a bad week or something) I feel like it brings my grief back into the forefront.
Well, I hit a car in the parking lot. But, my babies died (so it's worse).
I had strep throat so bad that I was throwing up the first day of a brand new semester. And Aiden and Sophie are dead (so it's worse).
I just wonder if this will ever change.
When I checked my blogs just before writing this, I felt an alarming feeling. I hadn't thought of Aiden and Sophie today. I mean, I had. Because I got an e-mail about the March of Dimes walk, and the secretary at school reminded me that her son is having twins, so I had thought of them. But not exclusively. I, for the first time, hadn't taken the time today to sit down and just let my mind wash over them. Their memory. Sophie's hand curling around my finger.
I'm scared I'll stop remembering.
I'm scared that my life now is going to take them further away from me.
But then, they're already so far away, aren't they?
19 hours ago