Of course, it's been so long since I blogged that I'm not sure anyone will read this. Guess that doesn't really matter. I need to write and FB just didn't seem like the place to do it. Plus, every once in a while, I miss blogging. So consider this dipping my baby toe back in the blogging pool. If my toe survives and my heart doesn't explode with painful memories, I just might blog again. But I might not. No one, including me, knows.
Regardless of what happens, I'm blogging tonight...so that cardinals might not someday make me cry.
I recently met a mom whose son ended his life less than a year ago the same way CJ did. With a gun. At 20 years old. Just like CJ.
This mom asked me, as we hugged and got teary, if it ever gets better. I INSTANTLY said no. Without a second of hesitation. Because IT doesn't.
Six years later and IT is still as awful as the day IT happened.
I so wanted to tell her that IT does but I would be lying. And, although I suppose I lie every day by omission when people ask me how I am and I say fine, I don't EVER want to lie about this pain to another mom.
I briefly considered trying to describe to her what life is like for me all these years later and how messed up my head has been since that day, but I realized that I couldn't possibly describe how my brain now works. How random everything feels in my head. How out of control my thoughts and emotions STILL are and how lost I STILL feel. So I didn't tell her. Because I couldn't.
But today, one single cardinal gave me the tools necessary to give that mom a SLIGHT understanding of why IT's not better. I'm not remotely suggesting this is how she will end up or that she will EVER feel like this, but I am suggesting that it's possible a cardinal (or another something typically considered to be symbolic of something) COULD make her cry.
I worked from home today because I was sick. Decided I would rather be face down in my own toilet than a toilet at work.
I decided to work outside sitting on my back deck because it was gorgeous and sunny and we haven't seen that much sun in Maine yet this spring. Thought maybe if I sweat while working out there that I might sweat out the germs. Bonus.
As I worked, a cardinal landed in the grass directly in my line of vision.
And I started crying.
(STEP INSIDE MY HEAD)
Because cardinals are no longer just cardinals since CJ died. Cardinals are visits by your dead child to let you know they're thinking of you and keeping an eye on you.
Or they are if you believe in that. Which I don't. Because I have no faith. And I think dead means dead. Which means this gorgeous bright red cardinal CAN'T be CJ. But what if I'm wrong and it is and I just can't see it because I don't believe in anything????
What if every cardinal I've seen in the last 6 years HAS been CJ and I've been letting him down each and every bird visit? But didn't I let him down when I didn't tell him I love him during our last fight? Or hug him when he needed me most? Don't I win the WORLD'S WORST MOTHER AWARD because I didn't stop his suicide?
Aren't birds just birds until someone like a grieving parent makes it something more? Just like some do with butterflies? Or dimes? (did you know lots of not horrible parents believe dimes are left by their deceased loved ones as a "hey I'm thinking of you" gesture?) I must be horrible because dimes to me are just change. Dirty change that I may or may not pick up.
Why won't this damn bird fly away? Why is it looking at me? IS IT LOOKING AT ME? Does it know I KNOW it's only a bird and not my dead son? Am I really so heartless that I can't just trust that CJ is this bird and that this bird is just CJ? Wouldn't CJ come back (as if he COULD come back but he can't cuz dead means dead) as something more CJish like a monkey? Or a penguin? But why in the world would a monkey and/or a penguin be in Maine? CJ would have made a cute visiting penguin. Now THAT I might be willing to believe. I miss CJ. And now need a tissue. Who knew crying could make your stomach feel worse?
2 minutes inside the head of Hallie.
IT might get better for some but IT sure hasn't gotten better for me.
Stupid cardinal.
