And then there is grief

Today I put myself out into the Facebook world.  I posted something that I typically don't do.  I posted something truly from my heart instead of the flippant, make you laugh-or-cringe type of thing I would normally do.  Something real, not artificial or superficial.

I posted a "memorial" of sorts for my second child.  I got very little response.  Those that did respond weren't surprises....these are ladies that have been there and understand.

It saddens and angers me how many people can't deal with grief.  Or how many simply don't care unless it impacts them.  Perhaps I am reading too much into it as some people didn't see my post.  Or perhaps, as my husband puts it, they just don't know what to say.  But isn't that what the "like" button is for? Or a simple, "remembering with you" statement?  I am not looking for pity.  I am simply looking for acknowledgement. I mean, really, if I can acknowledge that your cat coughed up his fifth furball of the day onto your rug, can't you acknowledge my child that is now in Heaven?

So many people want to put a timeline on grief.  After a month, I am supposed to be all better.  Or at least I should pretend that I am so as not to inconvenience anyone.  But guess what.....I am not all better.  Yes, I am thankful for this blessing that I am carrying, but she doesn't "replace" the babies before her.  She has her own special spot in my heart, just as they have theirs.

Today was tough.  It was a reality check.  It saddens me that my child is forgotten.   It saddens me that it pains people for me to share.  It saddens me that people can't be real and must present a front to the rest of the world.  But, of course, life goes on, one day at a time.