|The heart volcano my nephew drew for me.|
Yesterday was Seth’s 34th birthday.
Or would have been, I guess.
Yesterday as I was slowly waking from my sleep, I heard crying.
As I slowly open my eyes, the tears were flowing, and realize the crying I heard was me.
It’s not the first time I have woke myself up crying. But it also hasn't happened for a while, so I was caught off guard.
I sat up in bed, wondering “What the hell is wrong with me??”
My mind slowly and gently reminded me that it was Seth’s birthday. And he is still dead.
His birthday is a horribly rough day. All I want to do is make him nachos, buy him his favorite beer, and do whatever his lil heart desires.
But I can’t.
I normally release balloons to Seth on his birthday. This year would have been 34 balloons.
But I couldn't bring myself to do it.
I thought – he doesn't see it, so it doesn't even matter.
After some thought, I realized - I am angry.
I am back in the anger stage, for the billionth time.
I am pissed as shit that my husband isn't here. I am pissed that he took his own life.
I am pissed that I had to face my birthday, Thanksgiving and his birthday, without him here.
A friend told me to be strong. I thought about it, and thought to myself “Forget that, I am done being strong. Today I am going to be pissed and weak. After all, I deserve that”.
I can only be strong and not angry for so long before I crumble under the pressure.
Sometimes I am too weak to be strong any longer.
Sometimes I am too mad to tell myself to calm down.
It’s ok to allow myself to be weak. It’s ok to allow myself to be angry. Angry with Seth. Angry with God. Angry with the life that I didn't sign up for.
Thanksgiving came and went, with few grief moments.
As I was getting ready for my family to come over, I found myself grieving over doing the shopping and cleaning alone.
Everything now seems so much harder. The shopping and cleaning seems extremely hard now.
I’m not sure if it’s because I do it alone or if it’s reminder of being alone.
The things that were so simple in the “before” life are like pulling out my own teeth now.
I got to babysit my nephew and niece overnight on Thanksgiving night, so my brother could go black Friday shopping.
The kids and I were laying on the floor and coloring.
My nephew suddenly says “I’m glad you don’t live in the old house anymore”.
I was completely caught off guard. While trying to control the lump in my throat and preparing myself for the answer, I asked “Why?”
He says “Because the old house was scary”.
I fought back tears and had to excuse myself to gather my feelings.
My nephew doesn't remember Uncle Seth.
I was pretty shocked that he remembered “the old house”, let alone brought it up.
Especially since I just passed the one year anniversary in the new house.
It was pretty shocking to hear my nephew say the old house was scary.
I thought the fear I felt in our house, was my fear alone.
Little did I know that my 5 year old nephew was scared of it too.
I loved watching my niece and nephew.
They are so fun.
They also remind me how simple life really is.
How I need to slow down, and enjoy the simple things in life.
The simple, teeny, tiny things.
Such as coloring, snuggling and laughing.
My nephew also reminded me to follow my heart.
That my fear was not mine alone, and if I am consistently scared, to make changes to soothe myself.
After all, at end of the day, the only person to comfort me, is me.