(I was starting to lose support on FB and knew the more positive I was, the more "likes" I would get. I needed support to continue and was so fearful is was fading....and it was.)
March 22, 2014 FB Post: Dang it all, I was doing so well. I'm sure it doesn't help that Jeremy's out of town but it's almost midnight and I just can't sleep. In the words of Marlin the Clown Fish, "Good feeling gone."
frown emoticon I know someone might comment "just keep swimming"....I will unfriend you. I am down to my last 8 pictures of Gracie before the hospital, funeral, and then her grave with each changing season's decor. I'm reliving the last weeks of Gracie's life a year ago with only 8 pictures left. Yes, firsts have been hard but so will seconds and thirds because I won't have just last year to look back on; to have comfort knowing I kissed Gracie, held her, slept next to her in my bed this time last year. Having to say 2 years ago, 3 years ago, etc., terrifies me. Looking through my final pictures is overwhelming, knowing the outcome and there's nothing I can do to fix it or make it better. It's such a helpless feeling. It's like a really bad movie...you know, the kind with a not so happy ending. They aren't very common because they generally don't get good reviews. Missing my Gracie so badly tonight. (I needed people to know that although I had good moments, I didn't want to give the impression that it was more frequently than it was because then I was "Fine" and they would continue to retreat)
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