It is almost a year ago that I found out that I lost my little girl... I can't believe it still. Last year at this time, I was in holiday mood and the festivities were actually festive. I was busy with my plans for after the holidays, that would be my preparation for my baby to come home. A year ago, at this time, I was full with belly and proud to be so. I was carrying well and daughter was a busy little acrobat.
Today I can't believe it happened to me still. I can't believe I am still a bereaved parent, and now after a year of my life has been spent grieving I think the acceptance process may begin. I know early on, it may have seemed that I 'accepted' the lose, but, truly by accepting it I simply was not rejecting the notion of it. Now accepting it means something different. It means realizing she is gone and never coming back. And I think that is the most frustrating, sad and lonely part for me. All the tears in the world will not put her back in my arms. And it is so hard to believe, but, I think I am starting to realize I have to.
An entire year has past and nothing has changed and all the same life has gone on. And it is so hard because apart of doesn't want life to go on. Apart of me wants to be in that moment forever, while my baby was still apart of me, inside of me and with me. I don't want to lose her even though I already have.
Anger is a more identifiable emotion for me now. I am a bit angry that I can't change it and this entire year has taught me it is real. With every 'first' that has past, it has become more and more real... she is gone. Our first family wedding back was hard for me, our Easter holiday away from the area, our first family vacation, Dominic's birthday, preparing the Christmas tree and making holiday cookies all together, all reinforces that fact that we are one short. And in my mind, in my heart there should be a little girl crawling around, getting under foot and preparing for a first living birthday.
I wonder how the years to come will be and how it will change over time. Will the joy of the holidays ever be there for us, for our family? I wonder when will that day come that I am not thinking of her all the time. Will there ever be a day I don't remember her or think of her? And how will that effect me? Will my heart always feel the emptiness?
How I am different now compared to then, I don't know if I can surmise. I can only say I don't think I will ever by the same, I don't know if I would want to be. All I do know, is these days are hard and don't like them.