I am lonely. Large groups continue to exhaust me but one-on-one time with friends and family is perfect and lifts me.
The cards, emails and phone calls have dwindled considerably. I don't doubt people think of us and remember but the contact is small. I understand it is because friends and family have the everyday lives to sort and bustle through. I miss the contact and wish I could be in a place of relax with this, a place of love. But it is difficult.
Sadly the quiet only fuels the fire of fear in me that the world and I will forget her.
I acknowledge this is part of my work yet it is another rough patch, living with the quiet.
I really connected with this post - I was so worried that I would forget about my miscarried baby. And that was all I had - the memories. So I NEEDED to remember.
ReplyDeleteI love hearing your process through Nora's life and death. It's beautiful.
Christa
Dearest Christa (friend from long ago and for many years to come),
ReplyDeleteYour darling baby will always be a deep part of your family history and memory. I know it, feel it. You are such a thoughtful and kind spirit, how lucky your children are to have you as mama.
Thank you for your words. Please contact me if you want more space to process this heart-aching experience. I am here, always.
Much love,
Emmy