My Daily Stop

I still go by the cemetery almost every day. Oftentimes, more than once a day. I stop by on my way to work in the morning, on my way home from work in the evening and always on the weekends. Being at the cemetery doesn't make me feel close to Jack. I don't feel Jack's presence sitting by his grave and I don't talk to him when I'm there - except to say "I love you and I miss you Jack" when I leave. Why do I feel so drawn to spend time at the cemetery then? Because it gives me something to do for Jack. Well, not really for Jack - but the only tangible thing left of him - his final resting place. How does one go from providing the extreme day to day care Jack required for fifteen years to doing nothing? I was always doing something for Jack and I haven't yet figured out what to do with my empty hands and unfilled time. My heart and my hands want to do something for Jack. So instead of caring for Jack, I care for the little plot of land where what remains of him physically rests. I water the grass, I pull weeds, I keep his marker clean, and I change out his flowers every few months. I've even taken to caring for the neglected grave sites of an elderly couple who rest next to Jack. It was not lost on me that the husband's name was also Jack. No, I'm not crazy, at least not yet. My daily stops at the cemetery help fill the massive hole carved by Jack's absence and I'll continue to go for as long as I'm drawn to do so.

On another note, Jack's permanent grave marker will be ready the first part of October. I think it will be beautiful and reflect the great soul our sweet Jack was. I'll be sure and share once it's been placed.

I want to answer a couple of questions that I get asked all the time. The most asked question I get from people is "What are you going to do with Jack's room?" Jack's room was the gathering place of our family for so many years. Today, the room sits silent and unoccupied. With great strength, we are able to keep the door to his room open. We see into Jack's room every time we walk into the house from the garage. There's no avoiding the "in your face" void of the centerpiece of our home. So, what are we going to do with Jack's room? We've tossed around the idea of selling our house and moving. It would certainly be easier to move than to try and recapture the light we lost when we lost Jack. If we do move, it won't be for a few years yet. In the meantime, what I would like to do is take Jack's bed out of his room and put a desk in its place. A desk where I could sit and write. I could shut Jack's door - not to shut out the pain, but to shut myself in and surround myself with all the love and memories Jack's room holds. Mark is not yet ready to start dismantling Jack's room so I'm not pushing it. Maybe after the first of the year he'll be in a place to make the change.

The other question I get asked often is "how are the other kids doing?" The short answer is, they all seem to be doing okay. We aren't a family that talks openly about our feelings. If I was to ask Eric what he's feeling about Jack being gone, he'd cut me off real quick. He's very astute and will avoid getting into any "heavy" conversations about loss and feelings. Eric has always enjoyed and thrived in the Sibshops  offered by Ryan House. After Jack died, Ryan House kindly allowed Eric to continue to attend Sibshops even though they are geared for sibs of special needs kids who are still living. The next series of Sibshops, Eric is going to be a volunteer/helper rather than an attendee - although, he'll certainly benefit just as much in his new role. Mary is the most open about her feelings and the pain of Jack's absence. Obviously, she misses him tremendously. Hilary seems fine, but she isn't one to carry on a conversation of any sort - let alone one about the loss of Jack. We are all just trying to live life the best we can, each with our own unique feelings of loss and grief. 

Lastly, I want to share a book that I just finished reading, titled "Rare Bird" by Anna Whiston-Donaldson. Anna writes about loss and love after her 12 year old son, Jack, died in a drowning accident three years ago. So much of what Anna wrote resonated with me. Grief, faith, guilt, heaven, love, strength and finding a way to live life again. She's honest, she's real and she gives hope to a grieving parent. One thing that really touched me was when Anna reconnected with a college friend after her son died. This friend tells Anna that Jack is sending messages for Anna through her. Just as I would in the same situation, Anna struggled with reconciling her faith with the whole idea of visions and psychics, but she eventually agreed to receive the messages her friend had to share. This particular message really spoke to me:

"You will always be my mom. I don't live in the sky. 

Why does everyone look up? I'm not up. I'm here (pointing to your heart)."

As someone who spends a lot of time looking up, this made me cry because it's so true. I need to remember that like Anna's Jack, my Jack isn't in the clouds, he's in my heart. Forever and always, he'll be in my heart. 

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I'll close with these words, which are directed to no one and to everyone. They are simply intended as food for thought.

For the record, I am exceptionally grateful for each and every one of my other children. 

Inching Onward.