I don’t have a beautiful, eloquent memorial post to publish on Thursday – on the day my sweet Duncan would have been two years old.
Instead, I have the reality of a week that has been hard to live in. It’s not so much the dates themselves that are the trigger points. It’s the events. It’s the Dancing with the Stars semifinals on ABC. The hometown visits on American Idol. The packing of suitcases for a trip to Ohio for what is supposed to be “only” a golf scrambles.
It is sitting in an orange chair in a green nursery rocking a baby that wouldn’t even exist but for the loss of her big brother’s life, yet still having to tamp down the thought of “two years ago right this very minute, that foolish, arrogant, inattentive obgyn was ripping my cervix to shreds.”
This week has been an exercise in survival – going through the motions of play dates, and balancing checkbook registers, and follow-up pediatrician appointments, and peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwich-making, when really? The anxiety and sorrow is bubbling just out of sight below the surface of my skin.
I sent an email to a friend on Wednesday telling her that I thought it’d be different this year. I thought, somehow, that I’d be better. That it wouldn’t hurt so much. That there’d be some closure. That the memories wouldn’t overwhelm me to the point that I, literally, would curl up in a ball in my bed and pull the comforter over me so that the air around me became as suffocating as the sadness and longing inside me.
But….I woke up Wednesday, fully aware of the hours of the clock, and how they were racing toward Thursday. Thursday, when I will be completely in tune with the minutes falling away until 8:14 pm.
I’ve filled my day Thursday with things to distract me – not in a naive attempt to make myself unaware – but merely so that I’m not just dwelling on the clock. Maybe, when we are in Hendersonville running errands, I’ll swing by Gigi’s and treat us all to some birthday cupcakes. If the weather cooperates, maybe we’ll go take some pictures by Duncan’s tree. Maybe I’ll wake up and not be able to get out of bed, and I’ll have to give Tiffany the code to our garage so she can come in and feed my kids. (I’m kidding. I’m not that self-involved. I may want to be, but I won’t be.)
I don’t know….
We watch CBS’s The Good Wife, and the season finale on Tuesday played a Mika song during the closing scenes, and the melody has haunted me all day….
I just know that on May 19, 2009, I said goodbye to the world I thought I lived in….and two years later, I’m still learning the language of my new world. I “smile and try to mean it,” but in these days of May, when I’m fighting with all my might to live in the moment – to be present, to be grateful, to be anything but defined by the death of my son – it’s hard, y’all. It’s so hard.
I’d give anything to go back and have more time with my Itty Bitty fighter ….I still miss him so.
Remembering Duncan...and sending love and prayers for you, dear Monica.
Sending you & your family my hugs & love.
Praying for your strength tomorrow, M. Lots of love to you and Duncan, too.
Many thoughts and prayers for you tomorrow as you remember Duncan and his much too short time with you.
My heart aches for you. I will keep you in prayers. Hugs, Marty
Remembering your precious Duncan and sending you (((hugs))) and prayers, Monica!
This was a beautiful post. It's such a raw look at what's going on inside you - at least it seems like. Sometimes words can't express feelings but, you are good with words. Anyway- you're so brave putting it out there for everyone to read. I'm praying for you and that you will get the rest you need... And just so you know I'd gladly feed your kids if it was like that (;
I'm so glad that the holy spirit intercedes when we pray and don't have the words to say. Sweet Duncan... your little fighter...
I'm on Ginda's computer and I didn't realize til now that it automatically posted as her??? Anyway this is Tiffany.
You are loved though from a distance during these difficult days. Love can be painful, but it's so worth it. II Cor. 4 has been such an encouragement to me lately. I'm praying you'll find a verse there that's just for you. Love ya!
We miss him, too, Mon. :( I pray that today brings you more joy than sorrow. Sending you my love. *hugs*
Just want you to know that it's not just on May 19th that Duncan is remembered, but throughout the year as well. Hoping for a good day for you. His name has been written proudly on my May calendar for last 2 years and will continue to be...
Thinking of you and sweet Duncan today and every day. Love and (((hugs))).
aww been thinking about you and your family all week. praying for your strength and energy today. much love all the way from Oregon! - Jeanette
Thinking of you Monica. I completely get how the events around the date are such a painful reminder.
You are so loved, and I hope you can feel our love trying to help carry you through this day.
Monica, I just want you to know that I've been thinking of you today and praying for you.
I was thinking of him too...and you.
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