When Jake was little, his Grandma started a scrapbook for him. It was filled with all of his school pictures, ribbons and newspaper clippings. I can go through that scrapbook and tell you every time he made the honor roll, every score or placing he had in track and tennis, and every time he had a perfect attendance semester. It is a scrapbook that reflects who he is, where he started and how far he has come. The newspaper clippings have since yellowed, but the words are a forever reminder of how he has become the person he is. I wish I had newspaper clippings for the girls.<\/p>\n
My grandpa’s obituary was in the newspaper yesterday and at the bottom it read that he was preceded in death by his great-granddaughters, Sydney and Carynne. It made me so sad to know that the only time my girls’ names will be in the paper is when they’re in the obituary section. I don’t get to record track times and dance recitals and honor rolls. I get to be reminded that they preceded our entire families in death. I get to be reminded that all of my hopes and dreams for them were cut so very short.<\/p>\n
Our therapist has been talking to us a lot about re-traumatizing ourselves by being in emotionally difficult situations. He suggested we not go to the funeral tomorrow. But, the re-traumatizing events are not nearly as difficult as the reminders that sneak up on me and take over when I least expect them. I didn’t know that reading their names in that obituary would be as difficult as it was. I didn’t know that I would sit at my desk and silently cry. I didn’t know how fresh my pain would be again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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