It’s nothing tangible, it’s more like why don’t I feel 100% satisified right now?? Everything is in place. There’s no huge stress or worry. My routine is working out great and Harper is doing wonderfully...I mean as wonderfully as a sassy 4 year old with Brian’s genes can be doing. So what is it? I just miss him. Like everything about him! I miss someone texting me that cares about me. Not saying the people who text me now don’t care but it’s different. I miss sharing small details, gossip or big joys with him. I miss remembering all the little details about him. I wish my brain was better like that. I’ve only dreamt about him a handful of times and in everyone he’s breaking up with me!!! I had one this week, he breaks up with me and doesn’t care or show any emotion as I’m crushed! I’m sure there’s so much meaning behind this! I miss him. His touch, his voice, his big presence.
For Harper’s 4th birthday and the anniversary of Brian’s death, Brent wrote a book for Harper. At the time I didn’t give it the attention is deserved. Tonight I sat and read it to Harper. She was so involved and asked questions about every picture and shared her memories of them. It was incredible. I had to act out the part where when you insulted Brian back, he would touch his leg and say it doesn’t hurt here, then touch his arm and say or here, then touch his heart and say it hurts right here! Harper cracked up. By the end of the book I can’t contain my tears and my baby climbs in my lap and just hugs me. This last page, of loving enough for two. Gosh it got me!
Life is amazing just a little less amazing without him. My person.
Now let me end this with one amazing story of empathy. Every year I assign a photo voice project at the end of the year. Students take picture from their lives, kind of like PhotosbyHarps. Then they pick 4 and write a poem, an expository essay, an argumentative essay, and a narrative. Several years ago I wrote my own poem about time. About when you’re a child you want time to hurry up, then when I had a baby I wanted time to slow down then there was a stanza in there about after a cancer diagnosis not knowing how much time was left. Fast forward to last week. My current students heard from my former students about my poem and asked to see it. I saw no problem with this and put is up on my SmartBoard. As we read it together, I was tearing up just a tiny bit. It hit me that I wrote the stanza about not realizing how much time was left just 7 months before Brian died. As I look up to make sure my students can’t tell that I’m crying, 4 of the 7 of them are crying. Visibly crying! People say how can you teach middle school!!? This is how! My 14 and 15 year olds that have never met Brian, cried along with me over a mediocre poem with such strong meaning! I love them! It made me heart so happy/sad. That’s one emotion.
Brian makes it so easy to miss him! Now if he could just stop breaking up with me in my dreams and come give me a hug, that’d be great!
I am thankful for my life and what I have. This is not me complaining or asking for pity. This is just the expression of the huge void felt today. I guess this void is always here, but at times it is much more quiet. Today it is shouting, begging to be seen. Tonight I am again thankful for the baby we made, the village we have, and love so hard to be without.
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