tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post3328141286037741623..comments2023-04-17T07:56:57.717-04:00Comments on Naptime Confessional: Missing YouMary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12212750107782259674noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post-90978751501459718982011-08-24T03:40:07.590-04:002011-08-24T03:40:07.590-04:00So horribly sad. I've read this post a few tim...So horribly sad. I've read this post a few times and while our families buoy us and fill our lives with love, there is this constant hole, black hole of despair, of missing, of forever dead. Your little girl, my little girl... Gone forever. That pulls on my heart and threatens to suck it right out of me into that dark hole. It also makes me scared... Scared that in over a year from now I will still feel the sinking, sad lonely loss of not having Camille like you don't have Calla. I wish I could pretend that the time will nullify, make obsolete the desperation of it. But your post makes it very clear that like our daughters' death, this missing, wanting, aching is also forever. I try and remind myself that with all of that... My love for Camille like your love fir Calla is also forever. Giant hugRenelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08490888250385942221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post-52753190366784151182011-08-21T12:13:19.867-04:002011-08-21T12:13:19.867-04:00I think this is my fifth reading of this blog. Bea...I think this is my fifth reading of this blog. Beautiful. Thank-you...Josh Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07558455153152363458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post-31576079550507046232011-08-11T20:10:02.138-04:002011-08-11T20:10:02.138-04:00You got me. I guess we are all the same in the end...You got me. I guess we are all the same in the end. But I so get this post and have had these feelings too. I don't know why we didn't get to keep our little girls. Hugs to you.CLChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08030787972960755420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post-56326957769587660722011-08-11T12:06:41.265-04:002011-08-11T12:06:41.265-04:00I miss feeling like a normal person....almost as m...I miss feeling like a normal person....almost as much as I miss my babies.Nika M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15716308480356654189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post-82997981397490229092011-08-11T10:32:28.236-04:002011-08-11T10:32:28.236-04:00It's just SO unfair. Too unfair. It's beyo...It's just SO unfair. Too unfair. It's beyond comprehension. I'm so sorry.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post-31068999200965045952011-08-10T23:11:24.509-04:002011-08-10T23:11:24.509-04:00"No one, not adults, kids, or any combination..."No one, not adults, kids, or any combination of the two, raised voices in frustration or even huffed." This is amazing and wonderful and worth noting. <br /><br />Ah, but that next day. It comes on suddenly doesn't it? It still shocks me how hard and out of nowhere it hits. It really is too much to wrap our brains around the fact that our babies are gone. Or maybe our brains can get it, but our hearts can't.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03533706560591305512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post-81266742552742529402011-08-10T16:00:54.545-04:002011-08-10T16:00:54.545-04:00Sometimes, I feel that having a good day, when eve...Sometimes, I feel that having a good day, when everything is going as I would wish it, seems to trigger my missing her. Because no matter how happy we are, no matter what lovely things we do together, our family is always going to have one person missing? <br /><br />It's so horrible isn't it? That feeling of being inadequate, not quite 100% as Tracy says. No matter how hard I try I keep running up against that one fact, she's gone, that makes the whole situation so unbearable and so unresolvable. <br /><br />I'm so sorry Mary Beth. I'm sorry for you and I'm sorry for your Calla. She would have had a lovely life, your little girl, enjoying all those wonderful things with her brothers.Catherine Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01618295389400457254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post-11340861445720706892011-08-10T11:03:10.847-04:002011-08-10T11:03:10.847-04:00It is always the hardest when the these intense fe...It is always the hardest when the these intense feelings come on unprovoked and unexpected. You think that you're having a good day and then...wham! You are hysterically crying in the shower, missing your baby. I've been there too, so many times:(briannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03703767053224975771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post-14077463793499331822011-08-10T06:25:48.396-04:002011-08-10T06:25:48.396-04:00I think these are the toughest kinds of posts to r...I think these are the toughest kinds of posts to read and the worst part of grief. It's just impossible to get back to that elusive 100% capacity. I suppose that non-club members would say that you just have to dig in/move past/get over but, it's just not that simple, is it? And no matter how well you do with the grieving process, the simple facts of the situation don't change.<br /><br />For what it's worth, it sounds like you gave your boys a really kick-ass day. I wish Calla could be there to share it with you.TracyOChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16227348728165440844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post-80867203344732779742011-08-10T06:19:15.207-04:002011-08-10T06:19:15.207-04:00This post made my heart hurt. Literally. Ouch.
I&#...This post made my heart hurt. Literally. Ouch.<br />I'm sending you so much love, Mary-Beth.<br />God I wish our little girls were here.<br />xoHope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post-80397239251226319212011-08-09T20:39:31.968-04:002011-08-09T20:39:31.968-04:00I'm not even four months out but I read a lot ...I'm not even four months out but I read a lot of these blogs. A current theme, and one I've become familiar with already, is this: you know how in the beginning of your grief, the first time you smile, the first time you taste food, the first time you make it through a full shower without sobbing uncontrollably while the cruel stream of water washes every tear that is shed for your child forever down the drain and you think, "NO I shouldn't be feeling like this. I want to be absolutely miserable the rest of my life to prove how much I love my baby." There's the guilt. If you "move on" (which you know you never will) then it's a slap in the face of your child's existence. Well that's how I've felt anyway on many, many occasions. But now this:<br /><br />"Why can't every day be like that? Because for several moments in that day I actually felt like a normal person. Not someone who's inadequate, who's grieving, who's always playing catch-up with life."<br /><br />Thank you for this post. I hope what I tried to say made sense.Mrs. Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15859338140200333079noreply@blogger.com