Saturday, September 7, 2013
I Still Call Bullshit
This morning, while placing flowers at the memorial plaque engraved with my son's birth and death dates, the voice in my head is still calling bullshit. On a soul level, I understand Michael's passing, however, as his mother, I doubt if it will ever make sense. The accident happened two and a half years ago today. It might as well be two and a half months ago, since time has done little, if anything, to alter my day-to-day reality with respect to this intense loss. How could it? He is gone. He will never again give me a hug, never again call me on the phone, never again sit down to a family meal. Regardless of what is happening in my day, experiencing joy or sadness or anything in-between, this companion called grief is with me, always. I would not have anticipated this is how it would be, but as with any profound life experience, you don't know until you are in it.