Party of Four

Party of Four

My thoughts are so jumbled, incomplete, I can’t focus.

I start to think about how much I miss him, and then I get distracted by images of the moments and hours after his death-his last breath or his little body on the gurney, under a quilt being wheeled away from the house.

The teens are distraught and scared to go back to school.

The dog is acting weird, he’s suddenly so needy.

Sometimes I feel numb and so guilty that I am functioning. Why am I not weeping and useless all day? I should feel worse. I don’t feel badly enough for a mother that buried her son less than a week ago.

That 20 pounds I put on over the course of this last year is really bothering me, but I write this in between bites of red velvet cupcake and sips of red wine.

I can’t believe he’s gone, and yet I watched him die. How is this possible?

I can only remember sick Sammy. I see flashes of healthy Sammy, and then I realize I’m remembering photographs. When will my memories of healthy Sam return?

My back hurts more now than when I was taking care of Sam. I’m not lifting, transferring, adjusting, dressing, and supporting anymore so what the hell?

I’m suddenly in a different class of parent. I was needed. Sam had to be walked to and from school, he needed supervision, help with homework and bathing. He needed a lunch made for school. I cooked for him. John did his laundry. We read to him at bedtime. He would’ve gone trick or treating. Suddenly we’re parents of teens. Sure, they need us but not in the same way that Sam did.

Today we went out to lunch. “How many?” asked the hostess. I was speechless. John hesitated, then responded, “Four.”

  • Julie
    Posted at 21:20h, 28 October

    Sending you love.

  • Bracha
    Posted at 08:15h, 29 October

    I got here through Phyllis' blog and send my sincere condolences. If you are saying kaddish for Sam, it might comfort you somewhat to use the time in shul to purposefully reach back in your mind and focus on a time or experience you had with Sam before the nightmare began. I did this when i was saying kaddish for my father – trying to recall a different occasion every day. It helped me get past the terrible times and bring back the good memories. May Sam's memory be a blessing for your entire family.

  • bevbird
    Posted at 22:55h, 30 October

    Dear Sabrina, You have been handling this so beautifully and I know from the next blog you are going back to Hospice for help, but I just want to remindyou and I know they will tell you, there is NO Should in this situation. You feel how you feel and that is all there is.

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