Not waving but drowning.
I saw some news features and articles about this a few months ago. They wanted to get awareness out that drowning doesn't always look like drowning. It can look like playing or splashing around.
That's pretty accurate with grief and healing too. She's laughing, she must be ok. She's out of the house, she must be over it. She's posting pictures of happy times, she must have moved on
Not waving, but drowning.
She's laughing, but goes to the bathroom to cry. She's out of the house, but its the first time in over a week. She's posting pictures of happy times, she would never post pictures of the bad.
Not waving, but drowning.
I've been upset because I don't have any signs that remind me of the boys. I don't have a specific thing that when I see "it" I know they are ok. That bothers me. Especially last night. So I prayed thru my tears that I would know, without a doubt, that my boys were ok. I wanted proof. Not a butterfly. Not something that could mean 1000 different things, I wanted my boys, speaking to me. Saying "Hi, Mom. We're here, Tucker and Fletcher!"
Then I got this. At midnight. Thru a friend I've never met but who is standing in the same grief stricken spot as I am, missing her son, she sent me this without possibly knowing what I needed most.
She sent me a message from my boys. More clear than any message I've gotten or could hope to receive.
Not waving but drowning. Not entirely true. My head is above water even if my legs are kicking like crazy to keep me afloat. I'm empty but only some. I'm broken but not completely. I'm healing, a little at a time.
Not drowning, just waiting. For healing, for answers and for strength.
Not drowning. Just grieving. Not drowning. Just sad. Not drowning. Not drowning.
<3 - This made me cry...again. You are so strong - even if you don't see it. As I was writing Josh's name out in the sparkler's Thursday night I couldn't help but think of all of the other little ones that I have grown to know over these last several months. Your boys touched my heart so much back in December as I read the story of your losses. My husband and I cried and prayed for you and your family, never imagining that we too would feel the pain of that kind of loss. Our sweet little May babies gone far too soon. I like to think that they might all be growing up together up there in heaven. - Victoria
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