It was some time just after Madeline’s birthday when we started weathering the storm. It reminded me of living in the Gulf of Mexico and we’d get the heeded warning about a bad one headed our way: Batten down the hatches, throw up your storm doors, hunker down, keep a flashlight, it’s going to get dark, cold, and scary.
I don’t have much energy to write with poignancy just yet. The holidays, including our getaway during Christmas, are still rocking me sideways. I’ll have more strength in a few more weeks, and will be able to sort things out (for all of you…and me) on another post then. Until then, I need to get a few thoughts out of my brain so here they are for your viewing pleasure.
But the real hitch to all this, the real pisser of it all, at the end of the day, I almost always end up asking myself the same damn question, knowing full well so many people out there ask themselves the same question about me:
Why are you so down? I mean really, who are YOU to these kids? You’re nobody. It’s not like you knew them or anything; they weren’t YOURS.
Welp, I gave it some thought.
I am the one Maddy was reluctant to meet and Sam was excited about. I am the one whose dog was dying and Maddy wanted to make sure I knew she was sorry for me. I am the one who helped fold their laundry and cleaned their dishes when they weren’t at their dads. I am the one who organized their shoes and helped to put away toys. I am the one who made sure their homework stayed safe if it was forgotten. I am the one who got photos upon photos of them for days and months when they were all together. I am the one who watched Sam play catch with his dad at the gym but never said hello; I didn’t want to interrupt. I am the one who helped get the tickets to Marvel Universe. I am the one who eagerly wanted to learn about Ben and all his amazing love and kindness. I am the one their dad wanted them to meet that coming weekend, for the first time, so he was preparing us…all of us…for that super nerve-wracking day.
I am the one who fell in love with this amazing crew of people and
they didn’t even know it.
I am the one who was nervous and excited for the challenges that faced us as our path led us toward me becoming a new addition.
I am the person Sam and Maddy knew about that made their dad happy.
I am the one who woke up to the call with Brad.
I am the one who got the car ready.
I am the one who found out the kids died before he did.
I am one who smelled the fire and had foam and charred structural remains soaking through my feet as I walked up the hill.
I am the one who sat with Brad and took notes, asked questions and listened while we were debriefed by the fire marshall and detectives.
I am the one who picked up the kids in their urns and drove them to their final resting place.
After all, who am I?
I am someone navigating loss.