Beth's daughter got married the last Sunday in June. I listened to Vyvyan tell me about it all the while thinking of what could have been at Mary's wedding. Thank god for scar tissue.
I used to say to people who had lost a child that I didn't know how they kept breathing. When in fact I didn't understand why they were still breathing. I just knew if any of my children were gone you'd have to box me up and put me in a padded room. I could not comprehend at all, positively not, no way in heaven, what kind of person you'd have to be to be sane enough to continue to breathe. Now week after week I relive that night, those first few minutes, those first few hours when reality ceased to exist. And I still can't comprehend how I am breathing. Some say it's because I have people who depend on me and I can't let them down. Some say it's self preservation (NOT- I would change places with Mary right now if I could. But since I can't I do some signs of self preservation sometimes.) Some say I am strong (NOT). Some don't say anything. Most are just glad it's not them - as I used to be.
If Danny leaves me I do believe I will take up residence in a box somewhere. So, now I can't comprehend how parents still breathe after loosing more than one child. Since none of my really important prayers have ever been answered I don't bother asking for a heart for Danny. It makes me sick to think someone else will walk this journey when Danny will be alive and happy. Yet, I want a heart to come his way so he will be alive and happy. Such a Catch 22. And I know it's not my fault someone will have to die for Danny to get a heart. It's just not fair, but life isn't. Knowing truths and realities in your mind doesn't help in the practical application of living. Theory and execution are two different animals.
Mary's last avocado is still in the freezer.
I am not strong. I am not weak.
I am merely trying to seek
Answers for which there are no questions.
I must keep walking in shoes that do not fit,
Along paths that go no where
Under skies that do not shine.
Each day I walk I split myself in half
One for the future, one for the past
Broken cartoon faces lighting the way