Earlier today, I shared a post on
Facebook about grief and losing friends after a loss. It could describe
my life to a tee. Some people used Luke's accident and death to make
themselves look good, while they were there for the kids and me in the hospital,
then quickly disappeared again, and others have just stopped talking to me, and
others have tried to get closer so they can be in the know, or to make
themselves look good or feel better about themselves. There has been a
small, core group of people who have truly been there for me. They have
dealt with my tears, my mood swings and my crazy ramblings. I am
incredibly grateful for them.
However, I
am getting the feeling that they think I should be "Over it" by now.
After all, Luke has been gone for over a year now. We have been
through all is first milestone's. There should not be any more bad days.
Or they should be few and far between. When I am having a bad time,
it is an excuse to get out of something.
Here's the
thing. I am NOT over losing my baby boy. I will NEVER get over it.
I know from experience, the pain will lessen, it will become more
bearable and I will be able to breathe on a regular basis. But that will
take years. Even then, there will still be days that take my breath away.
The day his class graduates high school, when Jon and Katie get married,
have babies, other life events where there is a hole where Luke should be.
There are
still days when it is like a sucker punch to the gut. Days when the grief
becomes too much to bear, when I can barely pull myself from the bed, much less
walk to the living room or beyond. I don’t
know what else to say except until you have walked a day in my “Ugly Shoes”,
don’t judge my grief.