It's been just over a week since I buried Sarah and Amelia. Part of me feels like it was yesterday. Part of me feels like it was a long time ago... but it's only been a week. In all honesty, I think I've been doing something unhealthy: I've been avoiding my grief as much as I can, distracting myself with work, hanging out online, doing housework, reading, seeing people, TRYING to focus on Advent... anything other than coming to terms with this.
Spiritually... I know my little daughters are safe. They're with God. With Jesus. At peace. I do believe that. There are dozens of ways of saying that THEY are okay. But I'm not okay. I feel empty. I can't hide it with jokes, with discussion, or even with prayer. I look out my window, and all I can think of is "my daughters are lying under three feet of snow" and there is something horribly wrong about that. Even though I know that "they" are not there... they're there.
It makes it worse that it's Advent. I'm supposed to be looking forward to the coming of God as a little baby, and this is the time of year I happened to lose my babies. Every manger scene I see, every image of Mary holding the infant Jesus, makes me think of them. I know that sounds horrible and self centred, and it probably is. After all, He's our savior and the reason for our hope, and the reason my girls are even with Him now.
My first Advent in over 10 years that I've seriously cared about.... I've even got a Jesse tree up.... and I'm whining and not focusing on the coming of Christ the way I should. My own lack of faith dismays me. But it doesn't FEEL like this time of year is full of hope, of preparation, of renewal before Christmas. I'm just going through the motions.
Maybe the key is to just go through them? Read scripture, pray, go to Mass, and even if the feelings aren't there when I need them to be... it's probably best to not rely on feelings anyways, since they change so much? At this point, I can just "be". I don't even know what I ought to "feel".
I keep praying. I keep trying to read my Bible. I have the strong urge to run into my church and HIDE there and distract myself with the Mass and Eucharist and Advent and everything else, but I know that even THAT would just be a comforting distraction.
Anyways. I needed to ramble. Thanks for reading.
Spiritually... I know my little daughters are safe. They're with God. With Jesus. At peace. I do believe that. There are dozens of ways of saying that THEY are okay. But I'm not okay. I feel empty. I can't hide it with jokes, with discussion, or even with prayer. I look out my window, and all I can think of is "my daughters are lying under three feet of snow" and there is something horribly wrong about that. Even though I know that "they" are not there... they're there.
It makes it worse that it's Advent. I'm supposed to be looking forward to the coming of God as a little baby, and this is the time of year I happened to lose my babies. Every manger scene I see, every image of Mary holding the infant Jesus, makes me think of them. I know that sounds horrible and self centred, and it probably is. After all, He's our savior and the reason for our hope, and the reason my girls are even with Him now.
My first Advent in over 10 years that I've seriously cared about.... I've even got a Jesse tree up.... and I'm whining and not focusing on the coming of Christ the way I should. My own lack of faith dismays me. But it doesn't FEEL like this time of year is full of hope, of preparation, of renewal before Christmas. I'm just going through the motions.
Maybe the key is to just go through them? Read scripture, pray, go to Mass, and even if the feelings aren't there when I need them to be... it's probably best to not rely on feelings anyways, since they change so much? At this point, I can just "be". I don't even know what I ought to "feel".
I keep praying. I keep trying to read my Bible. I have the strong urge to run into my church and HIDE there and distract myself with the Mass and Eucharist and Advent and everything else, but I know that even THAT would just be a comforting distraction.
Anyways. I needed to ramble. Thanks for reading.