Memory

Another thing that comes along with grief is lack of memory. Again, I don’t know if you just stop paying attention to everything or if you just don’t care anymore. I always prided myself on having an excellent memory. Parker’s has always been terrible (unless it’s driving directions or automobile related), so I’ve always had to depend on my own memory to keep everything straight. Sure I had a calendar and reminders on my phone, but once I wrote something down, I committed it to memory too.

I’m better than I was a year ago, but it’s as if the memory part of my brain broke and whoever put it back together again forgot a part. It feels like I can no longer store or process all of the ‘stuff’ that goes on daily. The fogs lifted a bit, but I still can’t see clearly.

This is why I needed to blog all of my Benny memories before Fletch was born because I was so scared I would forget or get the boys confused. I still so frequently call Fletch Benny and I’m scared that I will interlace their babyhoods and confuse them. I needed that written history to keep them separate.

This is why Fletch still sleeps in our room. I’m scared to move him into Benny’s room. Sure, the crib has been down for awhile (Darcy’s using it as a headboard) and sure it’s cluttered with baby crap, but it also holds my Benny memories. His name is still up on the wall and his clothes are still in the dresser. It’s the one part I cannot bring myself to change.

It was so hard cleaning out his room last winter. We really hadn’t been in there much since the construction started, but I needed to start sorting baby items. Well, mice had gotten in through the attic opening, so I knew it was time to take down the crib and do a thorough cleaning. We gave Darcy the crib as a headboard and were making good headway until we happened upon hid shoes. I was alone when that happened and just lost it and knew that there was no way I could touch his dresser.

I’ve gone through all of his old clothes from birth to 24 months and have bags full that will someday get made into blankets for us. I couldn’t put Fletcher in them, thank goodness we have friends that have hand me downs. His dresser still sits full with the clothes that were in there the day he died. Untouched now for nearly 23 months.

I don’t know what to do about it. I’m afraid if I move Fletch into that room then I will lose my Benny memories, or confuse them with Fletcher memories. Fletch could probably use his own space. My therapist says I should split the room and try to make space for both, but it’s such a small room and I don’t think there’s room for another dresser. Besides, I’m nothing if not practical and it will make me nuts to have a dresser that we don’t use in such a small space.

So instead the room sits empty. I have no answers. We made that room for Benny when he was born. He didn’t move in until he was 6 months old because it took us so long to finish, but it’s his room. I don’t want new memories in there to cloud my memories of him.

We hope to move eventually, but for the short term, there are no answers. Benny bunked with us for 6 months, I suppose that gives me roughly 3 more months to try and figure this out.

Meh

One of the things you commonly read about concerning grief is the lack of energy that you feel, how the grief can just zap you and leave you feeling empty. I’ve been feeling that way for nearly 2 years now.

I am one of the lucky ones that has a baby that sleeps pretty well (way better than his siblings slept). I have a very independent 6 year old that is willing to do just about anything to help me out. Parker would do anything for me. Why am I still so damn exhausted??

I used to have energy! I used to be super busy! I used to work 30 hours a week! I’m not sure if this whole thing has just forced me to slow down, if I just don’t care anymore, or if the grief is bleeding me dry. I used to be a machine, I was on top of everything, now it feels as if everything is on top of me. Most of the time it doesn’t even bother me, which is scary!!

It’s the ‘grief me’. This person that doesn’t get very stressed or bogged down. I used to love getting involved in the details, now I can take or leave it.

I’m not sure who this person is anymore. Pieces of me are fading away. Things I always wanted to do no longer interest me. I don’t think that I’m depressed in the clinical sense, just feeling meh about things. Maybe meh is OK for now. Maybe meh is my new black. I’m not sure it fits me, but who is ‘me’ now anyway? All of that changed when Benny died.

So for now, I’m just rolling with it. Maybe I’m not going to set the world on fire right now and that’s OK. At least it is right now in my ‘meh’ stage. Perhaps I should have had more meh in my life before. Maybe this is normal.

The Bears from my Childhood

All of this ‘Berenstein’ vs. ‘Berenstain’ Bears nonesense has me thinking.  I distinctly remember ‘stein,’ but have talked to other folks that remember ‘stain.’  I don’t get it, I really don’t and I’ve been reading articles most of the evening trying to wrap my head around it all.

I was reading one article aloud to Parker that talked about a parallel universe existing or several, where there were other ‘me’s’ that make different decisions.  I looked at Parker and said maybe Benny’s alive in another universe.  Maybe I brought him into the house like I was going to and then tried to take the key out of the car.  Maybe we never went out that day.  Maybe we never bought our house, but one with a flat driveway.  Maybe, maybe, maybe.

It really got me thinking though, maybe there was no Benny in another universe because I never went to Wentworth and I never met Parker.  Maybe my mom didn’t die of breast cancer and I ended up going to school in Virginia as planned.  It’s amazing how much one little decision can affect the course of your life.  I have no answers for the Berenstein debate.  I do not understand how something that I swear to be true isn’t.  There’s so many things about this life that I simply do not understand.  Maybe there isn’t an answer, it’s not black and white.

Back in May, right before Mother’s Day, I went on my second grieving mother’s retreat.  It was much easier the second time around because I knew so many of the mom’s from last year and my support group in Worcester.  I wasn’t as anxious going into it.  It was an amazing day of relaxation, yoga and being amongst friends.  At the close of the day, we sat down with Peggy Huddleston, who authored the book ‘Prepare for Surgery, Heal Faster’ where she talks about the mind/body connection and illness/injury.  She also lost her son and was working with us to get into a relaxed state so that we could communicate with our loved ones.

I was a little dubious.  I still couldn’t explain my experience with Maureen Hancock and I certainly wasn’t a medium.  I had a hard time relaxing the first time that we did it.  It was almost like being hypnotized, it’s hard to explain.  I’ve always been a mind over matter type of person, especially when it comes to pain, but I was distracted by the person sitting next to me shifting around in their seat.  I was seeing flashes, Benny’s face, but I wasn’t sure if I was seeing them because I wanted to or because something else was going on.  We went around the room and shared what we saw and Peggy led us through the relaxation again and told us to ask our loved ones a question.

I panicked, I had no question for Bennett.  I didn’t want to ask him if he blamed me, I wasn’t ready for that.  I thought about it and figured I would just ask if he was with my mom.  I’ve received so many signs from Bennett and so few from my mom over the years.  I wanted to know where she was.

As Peggy put us under the second time I was really able to relax.  At first I saw Benny’s face in my memory, but not Benny at 18 months, but an older Benny, a 3 year old Benny (which he would have been at the time).  I’d never really imagined him as older, I wouldn’t let myself, it hurt too much.  For whatever reason, this is what I saw.  It was like looking at a movie with no sound.  I asked him if he was with my mom and the picture changed to when he used to play her organ and shake his curls like Jerry Lee Lewis.  I wasn’t sure if he was telling me no, or what.  The picture shifted again and all of a sudden I was watching him walking.  Then the picture zoomed out and he was holding a yellow balloon in one hand and my moms hand in the other.  Clear as day, they were walking away from me.

I wasn’t sure if I saw what I wanted to or I was actually able to communicate.  Peggy said not to question it, but logical me figured it was too good to be true.

A week later, my friend/neighbor Angela was chasing down WXLO to try to get tickets for their Mother’s Day brunch.  At the last minute she was able to win some tickets for myself and another mother who had lost her teenage son exactly a year ago on that day.  The brunch was at Uno’s in Millbury and the morning show was broadcasting live.  They had a medium there and a nice little spread of food.  I had no idea what to expect, as Angela had just messaged us the night before to let us know that she got tickets.

I’ve been warned by friends to be suspicious of mediums.  My experience with Maureen Hancock was amazing, but I had taken every precaution so that she wouldn’t know my name.  This time, we got the tickets the night before and they were in Angela’s name.  There was no way that they had my information.

The medium started with a family behind us and honestly, I felt that I had my closure.  I had what I wanted from Maureen and I was silently hoping that Angela’s friend Heather’s son would come through for her.

As the medium was walking around she said that she was getting a Margaret name.  When no one spoke up I said that Margaret was my mom’s middle name.  She asked me if her name began with a J, guessing Jane and I corrected her with Joan.  She said that the she was sitting in the empty seat next to me.  She asked me if there were 3 kids in my family growing up to which I said yes.  Then she asked about the baby.  I asked her which one, and she said that my mom welcomed the baby and was with him.  She said he was in very good hands.  She asked me if my grandmothers name was Anna, to which I said yes.  My mom said she is with my kids and that my daughter has family blood (she’s a spitting image of me and my mom).  She said that I’m very close with my mom’s sister (Aunt Dorothy) but that she’s very different from my mom.  She asked me if my mom was sick to which I said yes.  She said that my mom was the center person in our family and after she died that I took on that role.  She said that my dad never recovered and deserves a ‘swift kick’ for falling apart on us.

I’m sure there was more, but my mind was blown.  Even if the medium had my name prior to the event, there’s no way that she could have come up with that information.  My mom died in 1996, none of this showed up on a google search with my name.  She knew my grandmother’s name.  I have no explanation.  A week prior I was asking her and Benny if they were together and why I never get signs from her and instantly I have answers.  I got validation.

After the readings were all over, they pulled a name from a hat for someone else in the room.  I was hoping that they would pick my name so that I could give a reading to Heather.  I was sitting there in my head saying please Benny and mom over and over.  So they picked my name.  And Heather got her reading.

I can’t make this stuff up.  I can’t even begin to understand most of it.  I don’t have an answer.  Maybe it’s ‘stain’ maybe it’s ‘stein.’  I don’t know.  I’m thankful that those damn bears got me to finally write this post that I’ve been holding on to since May.  Believe it, or not, it happened.  I can’t explain it, it just is.  It just keeps happening, he keeps sending me signs and giving me exactly what I need.  God I miss him.

A Little bit of Sunshine

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Of course sunflowers showed up in the garden.  Darcy told me today thar Benny must have planted the sunflowers when we weren’t looking.  The second picture is onw of our pumpkins.  It attached itself to a tree and is growing dangling over our fence.  It’s bigger than a softball.  When I found it today I was chatting with my neighbor Fran and her daughter Tara.  Tara reminded me about the pumpkin at the cemetery.  It was put there in October and we found it in the Spring, still intact.  Funny thing is, we haven’t found a good place to go pumpkin picking since Benny passed.  He knows best I suppose.

To My First Born Son

Dear Benny,

You are a big brother!  You have an incredible little brother that I just wish so much that you could meet.  I know that you had some part in bringing him into our lives and I’m so thankful for that.

Before he was born I was so focused on how hard it would be to have another baby, another boy.  I was so worried about what stuff of yours I could reuse, what clothes, toys,  what to do with your room.  I was so concerned that I would have a hard time bonding with the new little guy.  What if something happened to him to?  How would I ever pick up the pieces again?  I was so scared of how much he could look like you.  How would I deal with that?

Now that he’s here, there is happiness again.  I remember how easy it is to fall in love.  I’m surprised at how quickly it happened, how intensely we are bonded.  I think that is because I know that he is a part of you, Darcy and Parker.  I’m so lucky to have Fletcher in my life and so surprised by how much love I feel.  The clothes, the room, it’s all secondary, I will figure it out.  Yes, he does look like you, a lot.  The resemblance is so incredible that there are times when I hold him and I forget where he starts and you end.  There are moments when I feel sent back in time to when you were a baby and we were all so happy.  I get glimpses of how it used to be and I have to ask myself, did it all really happen?  It’s confusing and makes me feel so guilty because I never want to downplay the fact that you were here.  Right now it’s just hard to distinguish between my two little guys.  He certainly is mouthy and much larger than you were and I know that he will be his own person in time.

It’s hard not to wonder if he will be more like you or more like Darcy.  You were our carefree, loving life little guy.  Darcy is so obsessive and serious sometimes that I forget that she’s only 6.  I hope that he loves the cars like you and Daddy.

Now that he’s here, I wish that you were here more than ever.  That happiness that I talk about, it’s an incredible feeling, but fleeting when I realize that you’re not here to share it with us.  You would be 3 now and I’m sure a handful.  I would probably be overwhelmed with 3 of you, but that’s how my life usually is.

I wish that you were here to add to the chaos.  I wish I was telling you to be quiet because the baby is sleeping.  I wish that I could have all of my children together in one place.  I wish that we could take a family picture or go on a family vacation, all of us.  There’s such an enormous piece of our puzzle missing.  I wish you were here.

Love, Mommy

17 Days of Benny – Day 17

Day 17-Month 17:

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Mid September through November 2013 seems like a blur.  We got into the routine of school for Darcy, I was working part time and things were picking up at the shop for Parker.  We were constantly going.  Darcy was enrolled in dance on Monday nights, so Benny would accompany us and I would chase him around while Darcy danced.

Parker and I were gearing up to host the second Open House at the shop and had our hands full.  The kids were involved in every aspect of it, cleaning the shop, getting stuff ready, etc.  Of course Darcy was definitely more helpful than Benny.  The day of the event, Benny owned it.  He was walking around the cars, shaking peoples hands, he just wanted to be involved.  He was my old soul.

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We celebrated Benny’s second Halloween and he went around the neighborhood with us and the neighbors.  He started out in the wagon, but wanted to be with the big kids, so of course, he ended up walking with us.  It was a fantastic night and our last holiday as a family of 4.

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Benny turned 17 months on October 17th.  He was 9 days shy of being 18 months when the accident happened.  Looking through all of these pictures and memories has been hard, but so truly amazing.  I don’t like that the pictures stop.  I know that he was only 17 months old, but my goodness it was a very busy 17+ months!  He fit a lot of life and a lot joy into those months.  He made our lives a crazy, chaotic place, one that I miss terribly.  It’s too quiet now, there’s less laughter and noise.  Darcy’s growing pains through all of this has been agonizing to watch.  Trying to grieve alongside your spouse who is handling it differently has been hard.  It’s amazing to me when I look back now how different life is in this aftermath.  I miss my little man every single day.

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17 Days of Benny – Day 16

Day 16 – Month 16:

There were lot’s of changes in our life come the September of 2013.  Darcy had started Kindagarten at the end of August and was going 5 days a week.  This was a big change for Benny and I because we were used to Darcy being home with us.  All of a sudden he was bored with me.  It was a tough transition for both of us because I was used to depending upon Darcy to help out too.  We were missing her something fierce.  It was the most amount of time that I had ever spent away from Darcy and it was really tough.  We found that if we ran errands during the day, it kept us busy until it was time to pick Darcy up from school.

Benny would come with me to Darcy’s school when I dropped her off and picked her up.  He would climb the stone wall and hold my hand and watch the big kids.  The days that he was Sandy’s, I would pick him up on my way home and swing by the shop to get Darcy.  Of course once we got there he wanted to get into every car and ‘drive.’  He took tools that were lying around that we would have to fight him for.  Once he grabbed keys from Parker’s desk to try to unlock a door.  He was so clever and never missed a beat.

His vocabulary was substantial for a child his age and so were his motor skills.  He loved playing with toy cars and ‘vrooming’ them around.  He never bothered with dolls or really any of Darcy’s ‘girly’ toys.  This kid was all boy.

We also cut his hair for the first time.  I just came across his beautiful blonde locks the other day in his bedroom digging through the baby stuff.  Sandy had had it with me and started clipping his hair up and it was time.  He just sat there as I trimmed and let me do my thing.  I tried to keep the curls in the back and the front short, but once he started rocking a mullet, the curls had to go too.  God I miss that hair.IMG_3949 IMG_4505

17 Days of Benny – Day 15

Day 15 – Month 15:

By late July, early August we had settled into our summer routine.  Darcy was still in Pre-K and Benny was Sandy’s a few days a week.  We had had a very busy summer, like all of them seem to be.

At the end of July, Tara and I participated in the SGK 3 Day walk.  The boys were left to fend for themselves with the four kids and trying to following us on the route.  Tara and I had an amazing time on the walk enjoying the silence and the ability to carry on a fully uninterrupted conversation.  The best part of the weekend is when the boys and kids met up with us on the Boston Common and walked with us for a bit.  Benny was our little cheerleader!

In the middle of August we were able to escape up to Vermont for a few days to a friends house.  We left on a Thursday afternoon and figured that the kids would fall asleep on the ride up.  Bad idea.  Benny resisted almost the whole way.  By the time we got up there, set up the pack and play, he was all disjointed and wouldn’t go down.  After an hour of rocking and laying with him, I finally brought him to bed with Parker and I.  At this point it was nearly 1 AM.  He was rolling around, talking to us, touching us and just being his crazy self.  At one point he stood up and started dancing.  Parker and I just looked at each other and laughed.  What to do with this crazy child??

We visited the Stowe car show, went out to eat and played outside with the kids for hours.  It was a great family vacation and one that I’m so thankful for.

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