Its been too long / Mom
Hi honey, I am so sorry I haven't written in a while...but it was not my fault this time....for some reason this site was closed for a bit....Thank God I can visit again.
I am not sure what to write that I havent written before....I still miss you so much....sometimes the feelings are so strong and so overwhelming that I instantly am brought to tears....other times I am strong enough to just sit and think of you without being sad...but actually enjoy a few memories of you. Lately, I have been up and down....too many changes I guess. Randy is off to college next month.....you would have been a senior.......Jacob is driving......Josh is a young man......Kenya is in 8th grade!......Tre has signed up for the Army.....Tanner is started to make mature decisions.....Kaleigh has turned into a gorgeous young woman......Kyla is maturing as well.......Life is moving on.......my job has changed as well. Life keeps moving on...and for that, I still feel guilty.
I know I have said this several times....but I truly think it is time for some kind of therapy.....grrrr......When is it time to let go? Do I have to let go? Will I ever let go? I miss you...I miss you....I miss you.
Why do people think that I am suppose to be over you? OVER YOU???? ARE THEY KIDDING ME????? I try to erase you from my mind....just so I can feel normal, even for a little while....but the whole time I feel like a neglectful parent. How could a mom "forget" her child? I don't want to forget but I dont like to remember.
I try my best to think of all the good times....you know, I actualy still have fantasies of this all being a long drawn out nightmare.....I actually still pray, and hope that tomorrow morning I will wake up to all of this being a horrible dream? How stupid am I? I don't know how I am suppose to act? Am I suppose to be over you?.....I AM NOT...NOR WILL I EVER BE....so am I suppose to fake it? That's all I do.....and I hate it...I hate it...I hate it...but if I act out how I am feeling....I am only considered crazy....baby....I miss you sooo much....I dont know what I have done to deserve this pain....but it must have been something horrible....because this pain is truly an emotional prison and I have a feeling that is a life sentence......
They say that I am to live a new "normal"....I have heard this term over and over again.....and I actually was open to the idea...but now over 2 1/2 years of not having you with me....of trying to live a new "normal"....of keeping busy.....nothing has changed in my head. I cleaned out your room and rearranged everything...but it's still 'YOUR ROOM'. It's still the room where I saw you last.....it's still the room that you locked....it's still the room, that horrible room.......i love that room...i hate that room....am i crazy....I sound sooooo crazy!!! I cleaned out the closet....and I stood staring at that spot.......the spot....I imagined it to be me. I wished it had been me.....I wanted it to be me.....I wanted to trade places with you.....obviously, I am still so hurt....so angry....so full of pain....so confused.....so angry.....so angry...so angry......
when will i get over you.....when?......crying hurts my head...burns my eyes....and chips away at my heart. I dont ever want to be cold.....but being cold seems to protect the heart. Baby, I am miserable....I wish I could have you back...I wish I could make all of you kids tiny and hold you safe near me......I am struggling with this whole "empty nest" thing.....;one by one you are all leaving me and I dont know what I am going to do.
Okay...now I am rambling....I love you baby....please please please....come and visit....why must you make me wait so long....I need to see you....hear you...smell you.....i need it to be strong....sometimes I feel like I am losing it....;and I only allow myself to lose it when I am alone.....a full blown tempter tantrum is probably what I need...but I would freak your brothers out....so for now....I bury, and pretend......
God, why? Even if you dont give me the answer to that question....could you tell me how long I must suffer? Could you make the pain duller? Please help me to accept.
I love you, MOM
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