My baby is still not home with me. This has me frantic with worry. It is similar to when the boys were teenagers and I would be lying in bed waiting to hear the back door creek open so that I knew they were home safe and sound after a night out with their friends. This worry, however, is a kazillion times worse. It makes me sick to my stomach. I don’t sleep because I am wondering where he is right at this very moment. I need to know where he is. I need to know that he is on his way back to me. I need proof that this is truly happening. I need. I need. I need.
All I do is pace. I can’t sit still, yet, I can’t accomplish anything either. My FitBit hasn’t had to remind to get my hourly steps in because I am way ahead of its schedule. It must wonder just what the hell has happened to me because, prior to this, it has had to remind me to get my steps in way more times than I’d care to admit. I will soon have a path worn in the floor.
I have fallen off the sugar wagon with an explosive thud. Mark and I had given up sugary treats and desserts back in September and now I can’t shovel it into me fast enough. There have been so many delicious pies and cakes and other delectable goodies delivered to our house and, since I know they are there, I cannot stay out of them. The more I eat, the more I want. The more I devour it, the more I berate myself. I had two pieces pie for breakfast the other day. Pie! For the love of God and all things holy, what is the matter with me?
It hit me in the early hours of this morning. Each and everyone of these baked goods has been made and delivered with love. Wonderful, kind and generous people are reaching out to me in ways that I will never be able to adequately express just what their kindness has meant to me. The best I can say right now is that you are sustaining me. Food and words and cards and messages of condolences and sharing your memories of Dylan with me are filling me up and making me feel as whole as I possibly can right now. You are making the excruciating pain of his loss somewhat easier to bear. Thank you for that.
I debate about whether I should be sharing this with you. Maybe it’s too much. Maybe it’s too raw. Maybe it will help somebody else going through this horrible, devastating and excruciating grief. All I know is that I am driven by the written word and if I do not put my thoughts and feelings to paper, I will lose this moment forever. I cannot lose another thing in my life right now. I am barely existing as it is and one more loss, whether minuscule or not, could be the very thing that pushes me over the edge.
I feel like I am rambling. I feel like I am lost in the deepest chasm there is on this earth and I am never going to get out of it. My mind wanders and I zone out when I know I should be paying attention. I can’t help it. My world has been turned upside down and it is never going to be the same again. I know that I will have to adjust to a new normal, a new normal that I would do anything to turn the clock back on so that I wouldn’t have to go through it. It’s wishful thinking, I know, but the reality of my new existence scares the ever living daylights right out of me.
Nothing in life prepares you for this moment. Every challenge, every painful experience and every stupid little thing I thought was a big thing up until I heard the words, “Dylan’s gone,” was absolutely positively nothing in comparison to this. This. This is raw. This is excruciating. This is the absolute worst.
This.
Thank you for bearing with me. Thank you for listening. Thank you for being my calm in a raging storm that feels like I am going to be trapped in forever. Thank you for telling me that once Dylan’s celebration of life events are over and how, when everyone else’s lives go back to normal, you will be there for me because, goodness knows, I am going to need you if I am ever going to survive this.
This.
I will survive.
This.
You will survive. Share anything and everything you feel you must. Don’t share the pie. Thinking of you and yours.
You are so right, Lucy, especially about the pie. Thank you. ❤️
You are among friends. Rant away, we will hear you, we will.
Love to you, Linda. Love.
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No comments, just a lot of tears for you and your family and every other person who has to go through this miserable black Horror that you’re living in. I’m so sorry. :'(
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If it makes you feel better to talk…then keep on talking. You’ve got a lot of people out there willing to listen and be that shoulder to cry on. And nothing wrong with having pie….or cake….for breakfast.
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Linda and Family—–So sorry for this painful and sad time you are going through, My heartfelt ❤️condolences to you and your family at such a sorry full time. Your thoughts are beautiful in how you describe your feelings and emotions. 💕💕💕💕God Bless You Xxx
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Keep writing. Fill reams with your heartache. It helps get it outside of you. *hugs*
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You will survive, even though there will be days that you aren’t sure you want to. That new normal will come, but it may take a while and you will often feel like you are taking one step forward and two steps back. Hang in there. We are here for you.
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I am only send you virtual hugs (((((( )))))) and positive thoughts that taking each day at a time you will get through it. We are so much stronger than we think we are.
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We will be here for you. Write as much as you want no matter how raw. We are here. @sheilamgood at Cow Pasture Chronicles
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I know I’m a newbie to your blog, but I would like to offer you Internet hugs.
Also, eat pie whenever you feel like it.
*Internet hugs*
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Linda
I am so sorry to learn this. Im not using social media but I was compelled to read your blog the other day, the day before your Aug. 6th post. Then, from my sister in law who was in school with Dylan I found out the terribly sad news.
Im sending heaps and heaps of love and light to you.
If you could email me at aclemkay@gmail.com the time and date of the celebration of life I would like to be there.
Love Andrea
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I am so sorry for the loss of your son. I think it’s great you are using your writing to help heal or express. I’m sure as you said in your previous post he would have wanted you to keep going, and writing was important before so what better than to use it to pay homage to his life, your lives together, and father memories of him. While I’m sure painful, also perhaps cathartic. I hope you find your way through this difficult time and know that your readers willl be keeping your family in their hearts.
Family memories- my apologies for the typo
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You are my absolute favorite Storm, Gorgeous… You might not see it right now, but you are rocking like a hurricane!! (no Scorpion pun intended… ok, maybe just a little bit) And every proof of love you are getting is totally earned!
Eat pie, write all you need to get out… Cry! Don’t bottle up your emotions…
I’m sending you boxes of calins (French hugs!) use them whenever you need, and let me know if you need some more!
*Love*
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To everyone in the Cabbage Patch, I am so sorry for your inconceivable loss. A few words from the other side of the world don’t feel like much but we are thinking of you and sending you our love at this difficult time. I’m glad you have what sounds like a great network of support around you and we’re sending love to them as well. Together you’ll get through this. Virtual hugs from Australia, by way of Fiji xxxx
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So sorry, we are and will be here for you. xo
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I believe also that it is very cathartic to write our innermost thoughts and feelings.. Your emotions are all over the place, which is of course what grief does to a person.
Writing whatever I want is how I started and continue to do. If I was to look back, there are many blogs with raw emotions… I hope somehow it does hep ‘you’…. My thoughts are with you and your family… Diane
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I have dealt with a husband who committed suicide. So I know about tragic death, but I can’t imagine what you’re feeling with your son gone. I can only offer something that helped me. Let yourself go through the process of grief. Know that it’s not a straight line. And be patient with others. Everyone goes through the grief process at different rates and different stages. You might also consider some kind of counseling or group therapy help. Sometimes it is strong to admit we need help. My prayers for you and your family!
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I think writing is a good way to deal with your grief. It’s cleansing and a good thing to jot down your feelings. God Bless You and your family. I have a Dylan too and I just can’t imagine losing him. With Love and Prayers, Mary
Your writing is helping you, write it all, and then write some more. Write until you can get it all out. I’m not a religious person but I pray and my prayers are for you.