Yesterday was ok. I took some time in the morning to remember Gavin. I almost didn't want to. I know it makes me cry and when I cry I get a headache a monster headache.....purely selfish I know.
But I did. I sat down with his 2 boxes. Pulled out the little blankies, his little hat. Took out the cards with his footprints and hand prints on them. I like to touch the ink knowing his hands and feet touched those very spots. Glance at the hospital bracelets I wore and the ones he never wore. Put everything back in it's spot. Gently close the lid on the memory box. Stroke the pictures and name plaque on the front.
After that I moved on to the pictures. What poignant memories....but so glad to have them. Then life in the form of a 2 1/2 year old and husband interrupted my reverie. "Can't a girl get some privacy around here?" Apparently the answer is no.
I had a nap yesterday afternoon. To grieve means getting up early everyday because you can't sleep. To grieve is to be emotionally and physically exhausted from crying. I needed the nap.
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It sure is.
Sending hugs and love. It was good that you could join us for a while.
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