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Someone once pointed out to me (not too long ago) that using the word "but" in a sentence generally negates all the words that came before it. I like you, BUT. Thanks for helping me, BUT. I'm happy to be here, BUT. I try my best not to use that word, BUT it's a habit. I don't think most people realize that it really does undo the good things you say sometimes.
My daughter turned 3 this week. She's reached a whole new level that her sister never did or will. Her little brother is 10 months old, and they are each other's biggest fans. I so wish I could have seen my girls together. I wish my second could have had a big sister, she really seems to want one. And I wish my oldest and youngest had met.
I love the children that are here with me, AND I miss my girl who isn't. I'm excited to watch my children grow, AND I wish their sister could be here too. I'm looking forward to my children's future, AND grieving for the future I'll never get with their sister.
In talking to my friend who lost her son, I sometimes feel as though being relentlessly cheerful got me through that first year, maybe two, after my daughter died. That's not true. I am not cheerful. If anything, I'm quiet, somewhat reserved, I rarely shout in excitement, if I were to win a million dollars, I'd probably say, Great! and move on to whatever it was I was planning to do next.
So when my daughter died, I didn't think "I have to stay happy to get through this." I did know it would just take time. At first, I thought it would be like a cut-eventually it closes up and you're left with a scar. It's actually more like getting your arm cut off. The area does heal, in a way, but you will always be missing something. You adapt, learn to work around it, and try to move on.
That's the power of AND. It's both this and that, good and bad, sad and happy. By "it" I suppose I mean life. I realized this sometime last year, when one of the friends who came to my house immediately after my daughter left mentioned that her best friend's birthday is on my daughter's death anniversary. One doesn't make the other better or worse, and they are forced to coexist side-by-side forever.
It's only recently that I remembered that thinking of these as AND rather than BUT would change the way I thought of them. I'm not cheerful, but I would like to think I'm strong, stronger than I ever imagined I could be. AND gives me strength, while BUT weakens me.
These days, I'm feeling very strong. I don't burst into tears every day, week, or month. I don't have flashbacks too often. I can honestly say that I enjoy the parts of life I should, at least most of the time. There is always that thought "she should be here." I want to try to use AND to keep me moving forward, and not let BUT drag me back into sadness and despair.
