Places and Things That Are Familiar
Trying to go back to these familiar places or to redo some of the same activities is heart wrenching. Some days you dread the thought of going anywhere you may have gone with her. Some places are unavoidable, like the supermarket or the school. Then there are places you revisit because it is the right thing to do and then there are the places or activities that are simply out of the question.
You never know which place or activity is going to trigger a memory and if it does, how poignant will it be? Will it make me smile a little melancholy smile? Will I shed a quiet tear? Will I have to excuse myself to cry hard and privately? Will I get angry and refuse to do/go? Will I avoid the things, people and places I shouldn’t?
We continue our daily lives in a constant state of vulnerability, openly wounded and fearful of what might hurt next. We walk on egg shells to do things that once seemed so commonplace. Going down the grocery store aisle where her favorite cookies were or playing her favorite dice game or teaching your other child how to ride her bike are monumental endeavors. And the dreaded question at the restaurant when the wait person asks “how many?” and we answer with “three”.
As hard as we try to bring our daughter with us in our hearts, it is so obvious that we are not the same nor will we be. If we decline your invitation or waiver on making a commitment, it’s not because we don’t want to be there, it’s simply that the wound is aching. If we can’t join in a game or can’t keep a play date, it’s not personal, it just hurts. If you see us gasp or look away or excuse ourselves it’s because we’ve been taken off guard and frightened by our feelings. We are on a new journey on old territory.
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