Today started out like any other.
Wake the boys.
Go back upstairs to get the boys up.
Pack their backpacks.
Yell from downstairs for the boys to come eat or go to school hungry.
Go back upstairs.
Go back downstairs to ensure the boys are eating and hurry them along getting dressed.
Get on our way to school and work (after a few other steps).
And then…out of nowhere….there she is…filling my thoughts.
The clouds in the sky, the sun hitting the early morning pavement. All of it reminds me of my friend who passed away only a few short months ago.
I think of Wyatt, her son, on his first day of school. He’s in 1st grade…just like my son. His daddy packed a picture of his mom in his backpack to show his friends. He looks just like her.
I smile at the picture of Bradford as she holds her teacher’s hand on her first day of preschool. She’s so beautiful in her blue dress with her blond hair pulled back and backpack on one shoulder.
I want to scream and cry and pound my fists on the ground. When I think of how badly she wanted these precious children and how she went to any lengths to give them life, I want to vomit at my hypocrisy and how nonchalantly I became pregnant even when I didn’t want to be (or so I thought). All that I took for granted and still do. All of it is put into perspective when I think about her.
Elliot passed away on a Monday in May and ever since then I have carried around letters for Wyatt and Bradford. Letters that I intend to send everyday, but never do. Letters that talk about the beautiful person that their mother is and how she not only showed love, but also lived it. Letters that make me weep just thinking about little hands opening them up to read.
Today…I’m not okay. I feel all knotted up inside.
Today, my heart breaks for a young husband aching for his wife and two beautiful children with only memories of their mother.
Today, the world is cold, and its demands relentless.
Today, the sun is hidden by the clouds and I want to close the blinds and stay inside.
I miss my friend and all of the time we didn’t have because of all the time I thought we had.
Posts written while walking through Elliot’s journey:
Girl of little faith…Why do you doubt?
When Cancer is no longer a Stranger
When the monster returns, Thy will be done
A Father’s Love
In the midst of the storm
A Tribute to Elliot
21 Days Later
Finding God on the Farm
Five Minute Friday: Beyond
No more pain
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You never grieve alone. It comes at unexpected times. Sorry for the lost of your friend. Don’t worry when to send the letters God will guide you in that area. God knows best.
BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!
Thank you, friend.
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I so get this. I get needing to take the day to grieve and feel it and ache. Again I’m so sorry for this loss. So very, very sorry.
Grief is such a strange thing. It creeps up out of nowhere and settles in for however long it takes.
God Bless You Sweet Joy and may He fill your heart with everything Elliot meant to you. She looks down and wants you to be happy that she graduated from this earth and is waiting for you
in Heaven. I know your heart breaks for her family, so just be there for them and help them through all the days their hearts break too. May God enfold you in His arms and keep you and Elliot’s family through all these very hard times. She is right there….so just talk to her!
Thank you, Janie.