Thursday, July 02, 2009

this day.

I have made it through the first birthday.  I feel a sense of relief and sorrow at the same time. I braced myself to get through the day.  To be truthful, I slept through most of it.  I didn't stray far from my bed.  It seemed easier to face it ... behind my eyelids.  To just get through it.  

Stu and I went to the cemetery early this morning.  We purchased 3 green balloons to let out into the heavens.  We wrote notes to Michael.  Tied the notes to the strings.  And let them go.  We brought gifts.  Stu brought a Clone Trooper from Star Wars.  I brought a Transformer (Bumblebee because that was Michael's favorite).  Opened the gifts ourselves.  Left them at the grave.  

Stu brought home dinner.  And we went back to the cemetery.  I needed a few more moments there.  It seems as though quite a few people had been by Michael's spot that day.  His marker was filled with flowers.  And balloons.  And his name spelled out.  My sweet parents had been there. Friends has also come.   It was so sweet that so many came out to say hello to him.

Today has been quiet.  I kept the TV on even as I was sleeping just to fill the house with sound.  Stu went to work.  He needed to do something.  To keep his mind occupied.  So it was just me.  And Nellie (our dog).  Holding down the fort.  I didn't answer the phone.  Or e-mails.  

This day is over.  And I am sad.  What should be a day of joy.  Is not.  And will never be. 

I am a better person because I was Michael's mom. The world is a better place for having had Michael in it.  The world lost a good one.  I lost the best part of me.  

And I, more than anything, want him back.


Anonymous said...

Jenn & Stu,

I just want to let you know that you are in my prayers. My heart aches for you both. Take care of each other and remember that God is taking special care of your little sweet Michael.

Love, Denise (Tyler's mom)

Stacie said...

Hang in there, Sweet Jenn! I'm rooting for you!!! SO good to hear that Michael had so many people visit his grave on such a big day. I know it must have lifted your spirits, even if only a teensy weensy bit.

Much love,

Tammy On the Go said...

from a mom who cannot even sit and imagine what you are going through, who this week saw her daughter turn 3, I wish I could scoop you up and hug you.