Monday, May 19, 2014

I know it is wrong

I know it is wrong, but I am so jealous of complete families.  i know that jealousy is never a good thing.  but i can't help it.  i see people celebrating their families and their kids and i'm jealous.  our family will never be complete ever again.  how do i come to grips with that?

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Pictures on the Wall

I'm slowly adding more photos to our main photo wall in our living room.  I also added a big multi-photo frame to the hallway.  If we added it up, there are probably a couple more of Nolan than anyone else.  Once I explained to one of the kids that it is because I still get to see them, but I only have pictures now of Nolan.  I hope they understand.  Though, looking up at my wall right now, there is only one of Nolan by himself and it is small.  However, he is in 14.  Actually I see more of my daughter by herself than anyone else.... Huh, I guess I shoudlnt' worry too much about them thinking anything.  Although, I do have 4-5 pictures of him just him, in frames on shelves.  I think they get it. 

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

The Other Day

The other day, someone said to me that they were so happy that I was doing so much better.  I thought to myself, wow, I must REALLY be putting on a happy face for the world because I am NOT doing better.  I'm more sad, hopeless, and down than ever.  Yes, I'm sort of used to the fact that Nolan is dead.  But not really.  Sometimes the reality hits me out of nowhere, like today.  I was driving and it hit me, for the thousandth time, that I will never see him again.  never.  it's so f...ing final. 

This is hell on earth.

yeah, i'm not doing better.

Saturday, May 3, 2014

I just can't get it together

in my head, I can't help but compare the other kids to Nolan.  it's not fair.  this is making me a worse mom!!!!  I have had so many people tell me how what happened to Nolan has made them a better mom.  yet, me, the one who lost my son???? i'm a much worse mom now.  i'm angry and sad all the time.  I yell.  I disappear into myself.  this made me a worse mom.  how can there be a God when this stuff happens?  There is no reason for this.  there is no purpose to this.  i'm miserable.