So I braved visiting family (yes, why oh why) this weekend. I'm back now. But my mother was there who said on saturday 'oh you have to stay tomorrow it's EEEAASTTEERR' so I said 'why on earth do you think it is appropriate to celebrate Easter??? L died on Easter Sunday..' and she said 'don't be so stupid she didn't die on Easter she died on the 12th' and the following day when we popped around to see my ailing grandfather (he's 90 and ill and hadn't seen the DS before) along comes my mother and my sister and stepfather with criticism en masse (why haven't you had the baby weighed recently what are you doing with him why havent you been to GP what on earth are you doing with that cup near him its hot, he's hungry, he's not wearing socks he'll be hypothermic,he's this he's that..all of it totally unjustified as usual, she is mad) and, yes, easter eggs, big yellow easter cards, more shiny easter eggs.. not one person mentioned the D word, or the L word, it's as if she must never be mentioned ever again. And the fact that this all took place in my grandmother's house (who died in July) made it all a bit weirder frankly, as none of her stuff has moved..her notes are still on the kitchen counter.. her knitting is still by the chair as is her open book.. argh
the whole day I just wanted to be back in London and take flowers to L but I'm back now and haven't done it today either (DS was awake every hour last night and I'm shattered) and I just kind of feel like I have let her down so badly
The WH Auden poem resonates with me a lot, the final verses
(s)He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Sorry I'm a miserable blob today, but I think until you've had a child, be it for 9 months of pregnancy or 9 years of life, you never really know what love is, that true unconditional love. And at this stage I truly struggle to see how any day will ever be OK ever again, every day seems like such a chore to even bother to get up and deal with DS and all the work things I should be doing and I just see expanses of time ahead which I don't want to be part of, without her. Obviously I have no choice but it's so cruel, it just shouldn't be this way around.. you're not supposed to outlive your child..