I'm back home, swollen and bruised, but alive. We all survived our trip. I'm running around getting everyone back to school & work, dealing with electricians and repair people, and yes, going back & seeing my RE soon, next week in fact. Oh yeah, and there's a provincial election happening soon. Forgot about that.
All this activity...I'm great at keeping busy when I can't stand to be alone with my thoughts.
The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth, -
The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity. - Emily Dickinson
Yesterday was the anniversary of Matthew's death, 9 years ago he died the day he was born. If you've never read it, you can find the story under the label Pregnancy #2 on my sidebar. I've written a lot about him and all he meant to me.
Today is the anniversary of Georgia's death, 3 year's ago today, we discovered she had died in utero when we went to get our scan just prior to the amnio. I've really written very little about her. I had written a post before, then taken it down, and now, bits and pieces sit here on this blog & in my drafts, not really right somehow. I can't seem to get it out properly. I know I need to, but it's so much easier to just repress it all and pretend nothing happened? Right?
I know, wrong, I know.
I'll try to write something.
Maybe I'll just run screaming into the street instead.