But despite these feelings, we prefer to tell everyone, "I'm fine." Because it's easier. For all of us.
How fitting. Lou just walked past me as I was typing and saw the graphic posted above. He joked, "You're not fine... You're crazy." I told him to take another look at what it reads. He leaned in closer for a double take and he laughed out loud at the perfect irony.
All month long, I walk outside to a beautiful day that is neither hot nor cold. No humidity in the air, and the leaves on the trees truly couldn't be more beautiful. I am reminded... this is just like the day we brought him home from the hospital after he was born. This is just like the day I took my favorite video of him running in and out of the ocean in Long Beach. This is just like the day Mely, Ty, Gavin and I ventured to the walkway over the Hudson (we had never been before) and noticed his labored breathing on the drive home. That was they day we first suspected the worst but refused to say it out loud. This is just like the day I held him in my arms when we went outside for the last time - when we sat on the bench that I have since engraved with the words, "Ty was here." This is just like the day he died. This is just like the day we cremated him. This is just like the day I sat on the steps in my yard with his Monster Blankie over my shoulders and cried myself into a puddle because he was gone and never coming back.
|heart-shaped leaf for my Ty|
But don't worry. I am certain that on a cold winter night, out of nowhere and maybe just after I talk about Ty, I know one will appear above me once again. Because it always seems to work that way, and that is Ty's promise to all of us. There is something so much more than "this."
Halloween is the last tough day to get through and I just can't stop the memories from pouring in. They are intense and I am actually very happy about that. Knowing that I remember every year, every costume, is something that I am beyond grateful for. Because my greatest fear (and any bereaved mom will agree) is the fear of forgetting. I remember the Halloween parade at Memorial Sloan Kettering. I never shared this picture because we look terrible. We had to go to clinic for our weekly post-chemo check-up and Ty had mouth sores - it was about 3 weeks after his 3rd birthday. He was too uncomfortable to wear a costume for the hospital "parade" so we went with Spiderman PJ's. I thought I looked like such a train wreck in this picture and refused to share it ever since. HA! I had no idea what was ahead - I didn't even know what trainwreck meant yet. I also didn't share this picture before because his eyes were swollen and red underneath, he has a mouth sore, and he just looks sad. But it sits in my office on the board above my computer and I have stared at it many times when talking to him. This is a fond memory of mine, even if it's hard to look at.
Lou and I went to a Halloween party the other night that was hosted by one of our incredible board members, and all I can say is "Thank you." We got out, it was so good for us, and I got to see so many people who I love and who I want to be in touch with more often but just can't find the strength to put myself out there sometimes. I'm happy to say we shared some a whole lot of smiles during this otherwise difficult month. (thank you, Mellissa).
I am disappointed with my Halloween loot this year. Ty would be, too. And that makes me mad at myself. But I let my mood get the best of me and I didn't buy the candy I always promised I would (the eyeball chocolates, the gummy earthworms, the booger gum and the marshmallow insects) but after I realized how disappointed Ty would be, last night I invested in several bags of Ring Pops (lucky kids will get the blue ones), Starburst (pink were Ty's favorite - and everyone's, really, right?) and sour patch kids. Not as cool as the years before, but I hope he is still proud of his mama for picking out his favorite things. Tonight we carved a Jack-O-Lantern that Gavin designed and I just know he would have approved. I feel he was with us. Which is also why I was compelled to write after such a long silence. Thank you for waiting and caring and sharing and supporting us through all of this. XOXO. Happy Craptober to you all :)
|another heart leaf for my boy - on our "date" bench|
|2009 - Janice's house. I just want to go back to this place.|