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Kindness

I haven’t written a lot. I’ve been in a weird place. Things have happened that I’m not ready to talk about yet. Let’s just say that I’m done with the Universe…for the moment. We’re no longer friends.

But I digress, because today is a good day.

We have been blown away by the continued love and support of our friends and family. They have grieved alongside us and helped us to heal. They are missing Bennett as much as we are, yet they have continued to put us first. These people show up, hold our hands and hearts as we continue to muddle through this year. There has been so much love.

Today my heart is so filled with the love of people that were mere strangers before November 8th last year. These people stepped forward and made it their mission to put a smile back on our faces. They donated their time and resources to make our lives better in whatever way they could. We’re overwhelmed by their love.

Today is a good one, in a sea of loss. Today I am able to look at our lives and appreciate all that we have and smile. Thank you for that, all of you that made today possible.

How Do I Help a Child Grieve?

Every word is spot on. The only thing worse than losing Benny was watching Darcy lose Benny. We were blessed with amazing resources for Darcy right after he passed. We were so lucky to find Darcy’s therapist. There’s nothing like hearing that we have ‘a well adjusted child that is blossoming.’

At first Darcy was closed off emotionally. She wouldn’t talk aboit her brother, it made her too sad. She had started having awful night terrors again and began acting out and throwing tantrums. She didn’t know how to deal with her grief. Some 10 months later she and I are scrapbooking a ‘Benny Book.’ She sleeps with her ‘Benny Dog’ and we will start going through his room so that she can take some of his toys. She’s invited his memories back into her life. I’m so proud of my doodle bug!

Greet Grief

Dr. Donna Schuurman is the Executive Director of The Dougy Center for Grieving Children & Families in Portland, Oregon, and an internationally recognized authority on grief and bereaved children, teens, and families.

Attending the 5^th Annual Grief Education Conference this week in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, I hear her speak on the topic: “Fostering Resilience in the Aftermath of Community Trauma and Loss.”

She is a gifted speaker, sharing not only her professional stories of working around the world with children after unimaginable losses, but her personal stories as well.

I want to focus on one of the most important topics that she discussed, the “Needs of Grieving Children.” As she speaks I find myself questioning whether my interventions with my child were right after the death of his father.

Grieving children need good modeling – if you are crying, tell them why, say you are sad without trying to cover…

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Benny’s Bunch Classic/Modern Automobile Cruise

For the past 2 years we’ve had an open house at Parker’s shop. It’s been a day of food, fun and well, cars. It’s hard to think that Benny won’t be with us this year dragging his blanky all around the pavement, or walking up and shaking hands with our guests. I miss that personality of his.

In Benny’s memory, this year we have added a ‘cruise’ to the Open House. Benny loved being at Parker’s shop and just being around the cars. He would try to grab keys and would stand outside of the cars impatiently saying ‘open’ so that I would open the door and let him get behind the wheel. Even at 17 months, he was a gearhead.

We will be cruising through Historic Holden and Princeton, enjoying the mountains, farmland and architecture. This is an homage to our little man, who would have liked nothing other than to be there with us on this journey.

100% of the proceeds of this event will go back to the Greg Hill Foundation, who supported us when we needed it most. Landmark Article

Time

Shattered

‘Give me a break let me make my own pattern
All that it takes is some time but I’m shattered
I always turn the car around

All that I feel is the realness I’m faking
Taking my time but it’s time that I’m wasting
Always turn the car around’

Simple Man

We went to our first wedding since the accident in August. Weddings in general make me emotional, I’m a happy cryer. You get to witness two people pledging their life and love for one another surrounded by the support of friends and family, it doesn’t get much better.

It was a close friend’s wedding, Parker was the best man and I was doing the reading during the ceremony, so unfortunately I had to hold it together. It had been so long since I had felt so much love and happiness that I had forgotten what it felt like. It seemed like the perfect day.

Then it happened. I didn’t see it coming and I was completely taken aback, I felt as if someone had slapped me in the face. They did the mother son dance to ‘Simple Man.’ I tried very hard to hold it together, but I had to walk out of the reception. I tried to go to the bathroom to breathe, but ended up outside on a park bench sobbing. I don’t think that I’ve heard that song since the accident. It was heartbreaking. Here I was facing everything that I lost. Thank goodness for good friends that come find you when you fall apart on park benches and cry with you.

I try very hard not to dwell on what never will be. I’m afraid that if I do it will destroy me. I already feel that I’ve been robbed of my graduation, wedding, birth of my children without my mom. Rationally I know that Bennett will never grow up, but until that moment I hadn’t thought about the fact that he will never get married, he’ll never know that happiness. I’ll never get that mother son dance. Pieces of a life never lived.

I just wanna quit

I’m sharing this from a fellow blogger. I have felt this way this week.

Broken Mothers Club

I WANNA QUIT! I don’t want to be strong anymore. I don’t wanna get up and put on this fake smile. I wanna quit!

I miss my son. I want him back. I am mad at the world today! I just wanna quit!

I am tired of hiding tears. I am tired of the ones closest to me not talking to me, asking if I am okay. I just wanna quit!

I miss his face, his voice, his laugh and most of all that look he was always giving me. I just wanna quit!

Why are the days getting harder? Why are the days getting longer? Why are the nights endless? I just wanna quit!

I am tired of being alone. I am tired of this broken heart. I just wanna quit!

I am tired of hurting. I am just tired. I just wanna quit!

But I won’t quit. I…

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10 Months ‘AA’

I don’t really know what to say. I cannot believe that it’s been 10 months. 10 months since I held him. 10 months since I kissed him. 10 months since I breathed in his little boy smell. 10 months since I’ve seen his smile. 10 months since I laughed at his antics. 10 months since I shook my head and secretly smiled when he was misbehaving. 10 months.

I have a lot of anger. I’m not really sure what or who I’m angry at, but I’m angry all the same. I’m angry that we have to live in a world without my son. I’m angry that Darcy doesn’t have a sibling. I’m angry that people have disappointed me. I’m angry that time keeps marching by, yet I’m still stuck here. I’m not sure where ‘here’ is though, some place between the past and the future. I couldn’t really call it the ‘present’ because I don’t always feel like I’m here. I just exist.

My therapist thinks I’m using my anger so that I don’t have to deal. I would agree. Being angry is so much easier though! It’s easier to write people off rather than deal with the fact that they have disappointed you. I enjoy how freeing it feels to have a good rant and let it all out. It keeps people away and leaves me less vulnerable. They can’t hurt me as much from farther away. I want to go back to my bubble, where there was never any judgment, just acceptance and support.

I don’t know where to go from here. The common theme seems to be that this is about everyone else and at some point it has to be about me. I have to own my emotions, no matter how awful they feel. I have to stop turning away from the hurt. I have to try to be me, but not the old me, that person no longer exists.

I think back to where we were a year ago and I have no idea how we got here. Sometimes it feels like I’m living someone else’s life. This wasn’t supposed to happen! We’re not supposed to be here! I want to yell this, but there’s no one to yell at. My wise friend Sue said it best the other day when she said that it’s amazing at how little control we have. Just one little thing can set something in motion that you can’t undo.

So here I am, scared to move forward and scared not to. Terrified of feeling empty. I miss my son.

The ‘Club’

I’m a member of the club that no parent wants to be a part of. I have a tattoo of hurt branded on my heart. I have experienced a loss that no one can understand, unless they have lived it.

This club unfortunately has several members, too many. So many of them have become a part of our lives. They have reached out to us and showed us more kindness and love, and they were mere strangers 10 months before. Thank you all for welcoming us with open arms. Thank you for standing by us when others could not. Thank you for always being there.

During the worst time in our lives, we’re lucky. Lucky to have these amazing people to stand beside us. I wish that none of us had to be in the club. I wish that we didn’t have to meet each other this way. I wish a lot of things.

Waiting

Today we saw Darcy’s therapist for the first time in over a month. She has been doing so well, so we had agreed on spacing out her appointments a bit. There is a great deal of solace in the fact that we found ‘the one,’ this perfect woman who has spent so many hours with Darcy and I bonding over our shared loss. She has saved me in so many ways and truly helped me to become a more patient mother.

We often color, or play with legos, cars or a dollhouse. In the beginning, Darcy would play act with cars and create accidents, police, ambulances, everything that her little mind witnessed the day of the accident. Darcy wasn’t there when it happened, a reason for which I am eternally grateful. She came home to the aftermath, the helicopters, police tape and onlookers, she saw my car across the street and she knew that something really bad had happened.

We’ve worked hard with Darcy to help her identify her emotions instead of acting out and she has made incredible strides in opening up to her therapist and my husband and I. It’s hard to watch your child go through the loss of a sibling at any age, but at 5, death is still a foreign concept. She acts so mature sometimes, that I forget that she really still doesn’t understand.

Her therapist asked her today if she was scared that something would happen to me or Parker. Unsurprisingly, her answer was yes. She knows that I lost my mom to breast cancer and often asks me when I’m going to die, or if I’m going to get sick. She doesn’t get it and I’m mad that she has to.

Her therapist asked her tonight if she wonders if Parker and I will have more children. At first I was a little taken aback by this question because I really didn’t want to discuss my family plans with my 5 year old. What she said, shocked me. She wanted to know if I was going to have another little boy. She said we would call him Benny, Captain Crazy. She thought that we could make another Bennett. It broke my heart to explain to her that there was only 1 Benny. I told her that there was only 1 Darcy too, but she had just met a woman named Darcy on the walk, so naturally she corrected me. I tried to explain that every child is different, they look different and have different personalities. I reminded her of how different she and Benny were. I think she got it, but I don’t know. The fact that she thought that we could have ‘another Benny’ surprised me.

I love that she believes in magic and fairies and santa clause. I love her innocence. I wish we could all hold on to those beliefs as adults. At the same time, I wish she were older, it’s such a fine line to walk. I wish I could talk to her like an adult and know that she understands what I’m saying. I wish she were old enough to read this blog, I honestly cannot wait until she is. I want her to understand so badly. She’s my best friend, now I just have to wait for her to grow up.

I’ll be here future Darcy, waiting…