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I feel like I haven't really been angry yet. At first, I was consumed with taking care of things--my baby, memorial arrangements--and then later, moving, working, and so on. I've spent 2 years busy and sad. Now, when I start to think of her, I'm always angry. Angry that she was taken from me, angry about all the things she missed, angry when I see other children her age and wonder what she'd be like, angry her sister didn't get to know her, angry she never met her brother. It goes on and on.
As always, no one from my family contacted us. My brother-in-law called my husband, and I got text messages and a couple of voicemails from my friends. For anyone reading this, know that if you know someone who's lost a child (or anyone, really) any mention of them is welcome. It shows that you care, that you remember that person and think of them even years after they're gone. The lack of any contact from my family was yet another thing that made me angry.
By the end of the day, my neck/shoulder had stiffened up. My husband tried to massage the knots out, and asked how I sit at my desk because I'm always tight in the same place. I told him the day our daughter died, that same area tightened up and now every time I'm stressed, it affects the same area. It's like this physical manifestation of the event, and I hate it.
So I made it through the day. And this morning, I realized it was over. I vowed never to be sad about my daughter's death on her birthday. When I was a teacher, I would tell my very young students that a birthday wasn't just about treats and presents, it was the day for you to tell your friend that you were happy they were born and in your life. I don't feel like I did that yesterday. I thought about sending balloons to her, doing something special, and didn't.
I created a virtual memorial online for my daughter in the months after her death. I haven't really told everyone about it, but a Google search of her name turns it up, so many people have found it. It's also visited by strangers, and others who've lost loved ones and created memories on the same site. Yesterday there were several new messages in the guest book. One was from a father whose 13 year old son was killed in a car accident. He quoted a priest, I assume one who performed his son's service, and said (names removed to protect privacy):
"...the biggest mistake we make when reflecting on a young life cut short in its "Spring-bud", is to speak of that young life as if everything of importance still "lay ahead," in a future that will never now be realized! But, to do that is to make a tragic error! Because [E] LIVED A LIFE! And, even though it was only thirteen short years; [E] achieved a great deal and crammed a lot of living in those years."
That really affected me because I've been so focused on what my daughter didn't get to do. Like this 13-year old, she did a lot in her two-and-a-half short years. And yesterday, I didn't celebrate that.
What did she do? Here's the horrible thing--I'm having a hard time remembering. Last year, I posted a list about her. This year, I'm mostly thinking about those same things. I suppose with only 2 years on this earth, there's only so much to say.
And now I'm so sad. I'm so sorry my girl, that I didn't celebrate you, having you in my life. I promise to do better next year.
