Yesterday was such a tough day. My job is requiring alot of my time and attention right now and I really truly welcome the distraction, but.... the drive home last night was awful. Screaming and crying I had to pull over on a county road and get myself together. To much stuff jumbled up in my head. I had the strongest urge to go to the cemetary I don't know what kept me from doing it. (it is against the law here to be in there after dark) I just wanted to be near his earthly remains. I just wanted to be there.
Tomorrow is clean up day at the cemetary. Today I have to go there and clean off all of the things that my family and (mostly his )friends have left on his spot over the last 11 months and 15 days. Flowers, angels, bracelets, urns, plaques, poems and everything else that was left for him. I hate this!!!!!
Taking care of his spot is how I can still " parent" my child. Keeping his memory alive is the only thing I have left now. That is my job as his parent.
(Parenting his memory) (somebody on this board said it and it stuck with me)
Thank you!!!!
My husband, Tristan's Dad, is having a really hard time. He hardly talks anymore. He stays out in the garage almost every moment he is home. I can't help him , for heavens sake I can't help myself. Richard doesn't even say Tristan's name anymore. He just says " He" whenever he mentions Tristan. If I am not following he gives me "the look" and I just know.
This is a tough row to hoe and I don't think we are handling it very well.
Thank you to everybody who responded to my post yesterday. I want you all to know that you all give me hope and stength to go on from day to day. (Even if I can't post I read as often as possible)
Thank you.
Shelly, Tristan's Mom (brokenhearted at best)