Journal#20
It's not FAIR
Today I had a moment and I actually got on Facebook to check in on my friends and family. Time seems to pass so quickly these days. Weeks fly by in the blink of an eye and for the most part it never bothers me one little bit. Then there are days like today where I find myself marveling at kids Vaughn’s age and how much they have grown and how mature they are. I feel guilty looking at their pictures because I feel a bit sad. I will never know what my sweet baby could have become.
I notice the way their faces reflect their age and how many of them are just beginning to blossom into the young men they will become. I watch over them like a forgotten godmother, wishing them nothing but the best. I miss home, but find it very difficult to return there these days. Time keeps rolling on, and yet I feel very much stuck in 2010.
I wonder what he would have looked like. I wonder who is first girlfriend would have been and what she would have been like. I will never get to nurse a broken heart and get excited over his first date/kiss. We never got to take a summer road trip with concert stops along the way. I will never know the answer to so many questions, and it makes me feel cheated. I can’t get passed the feeling of being robbed.
It isn’t with me every moment of my life, and it actually takes you by surprise more often than not. You never know what will trigger a difficult memory. I once broke down in tears because I saw a little boy who looked like him from behind and yet another time because I thought I smelled him on the wind. It’s silly, and I wish I could explain it in a rational way, but I am afraid there isn’t anything rational about grief. It took me a while to realize there is nothing wrong with me, for so long I was afraid people saw me as damaged. I’m not damaged, I am a survivor. I have survived the things nightmares are made of and I still refuse to give in to it.