Corey writes for us about the recent Father's Day.. his sixth without his precious baby that died.
Father’s Day used to be a day that I wasn’t particularly
fond of. It was just another day that had that
undertone that it was supposed to be something other than it was, like when you
plan a holiday and it’s postponed or cancelled and then that day comes when you
were supposed to leave but you’re at work instead.
I do remember my first Father’s Day. My wife did everything
she could to make it special for me, she made me breakfast in bed and we spent
the day doing fun things but the day had that undertone I mentioned. I would
have preferred to sleep the day away but my wife made this plan so that’s what
we did. We went and visited the spot where we spread my son’s ashes, and it
made me feel both better and worse.
I lost my boy in the November the year the before, so it had
been almost a year between when I lost him and while my wound was healing but
there was a large scar - it was still
very fresh.
My second Father’s Day was much better, we were trying again
to bring a wonderful little person into our life and at this point we had
gotten some answers in regards to what had happened and what had gone wrong and
what we could to do to virtually assure it wouldn’t happen again. A month later
my wife would conceive, and just before Christmas we would find out we were
having a wonderful little boy. I went to my son’s spot again, and it was nice
to just be there, my heart ached but I needed it.
My third Father’s Day was the best. He was only a couple of months old but the
day had that spark to it. There was that tiny undertone, but I pushed it aside,
focused on what I had in front of me and enjoyed the day. Later that day, while
my son was asleep, I took a drive to my first son’s spot, and just spent a
little bit of time with him, and thanked him, as I knew he had a part to play.
Today’s father’s day will be my 6th. Got a full
day planned: to see my wife’s parents and just basically busy work. My rainbow is now 3 years old and he is an
absolute handful, he made me a wonderful present at kindergarten and that’s all
I ever wanted. I finished work early in the morning and on my way home I
visited my son’s spot. I’m not sure why this year feels different,
maybe it’s because my life is a little topsy turvey at the moment or maybe it’s
because this year I feel as though I have really moved forward on how I handle
my grief when it comes to losing my son.
Maybe its guilt as I don’t think about him as often as I should, all I
know is that there are many aspects of my life that I feel completely out of
control of but when it comes to father’s day and visiting my son, I know he is
with me and I feel like I am with him.
Corey
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