Thank-you, all of you, for 'sitting' with me and holding my hand through this expected, but still dreaded upheaval. It seems to have brought up even
more than I'd expected, and I'm waking up each day since the 2nd (of Feb.) to bad dreams that stick with me throughout the day...dreams that speak to my feelings of being moorless, unanchored, adrift, empty, lonely, without any ambition or new dreams that seem at all possible. And always, waking to that empty bed, without either of my kids physically there. It's no way to start each day!
This is so even though I KNOW Nissa was
also here, just before the 2nd. She sent me 2 powerful and unmistakable signs of her presence, both on the same day, for which I also know I'll be eternally grateful....and yet, alongside that grati*tude, lays such depression, because I can't see her, touch her, interact with her.
So while both of my kids have visited to help their Mom out, each in their own ways, and both within a couple of days of each other, I'm finding it very hard to hang on. I'm reminded of the last communication I'd had with both of my kidlets, where the ACer got (from Sabin) that my grief was like a "big ball of grief" (I imagine this is a very
cat-like ana*logy!

), involving BOTH of them, and wasn't
just about Nissa's crossing, despite the long time in between each one's passing. Of course, I had to agree. One plays off the other, in an unending and now DOUBLE sorrow. I cannot think of either one or them without the other sharing the same space. And there's just no running from it. It's there, undeniably, no matter what else I may do or not do.
And this time around, I still think in many ways I've DONE too much, as opposed to just allowing myself to sit and process, and BE however I was going to be. I was too scared to just sit, so kept DOING. Trying to find the proper balance has been virtually impossible, or so it seems. And now, in therapy, I'm being asked to take more action steps each day, in order to try and move forward, to help find some of that balance. It's very tough so far. As with all of us, I too....just want my babies back, whole and healthy and newly created, to start all over again, but with all I learned directly
because of them, so they may benefit from even more than they did the first time 'round.....especially my boy, who got far less of that benefit.
I'm so glad his picture was admired (and yes, this particular one turned out very well!). We all know how
that helps, too. Yes, he was a truly gorgeous cat, as was his sister. I was SO lucky, to be able to gaze at such total beauty (inside and out!) every day. I not only loved, but FELL IN LOVE with both of them, every single day they were here. They thrilled me no end, and my heart so often felt like it might darn near explode from the love that poured out of it towards them....simply from a simple glance in their direction, much less anything more! I was SO proud of them both, in so many ways. They just made my heart sing with unspeakable joy. And all THIS is what has gone now from my daily existence. Memories alone aren't NEARLY enough, it feels, to 'tide me over'.
It's more like Harry Nilsson's classic song, "Without You"
No, I can't forget tomorrow
When I think of all my sorrow
When I had you there but then I let you go
And now it's only fair that I should let you know
What you should know
I can't live if living is without you
I can't live, I can't give any more
I can't live if living is without you
I can't give, I can't give any more.....
There are NO larger souls, overall, than the ones who choose to incarnate non-human bodies, as far as I'm concerned. I can't even imagine having survived so far in this cruel world if I hadn't had my kids to compensate for everything and everyone else who's made my life so dreadful so often. I feel so totally lost without them.