I’m at a loss. How do you ‘celebrate’ your child’s birthday when they are dead?
I should be chasing around here and there, buying balloons, presents, sorting things out, baking an amazing cake.
Instead I sit here and can only do these things in my head, while my stomach churns with longing and my eyes sting with tears.
You, my darling girl, will be 16 tomorrow. It’s such a special age to be, a milestone, yet one we cannot do anything about.
I want to throw a party anyway, invite everyone she ever knew, pull out all the stops regardless of the fact she’s not able to go herself. I know she’d want a party.
But this isn’t a celebration. It’s an awkward, messy, unhappy time. I wish I could be one of those mums who puts on a brave face and arranges a get-together to celebrate … but I can’t. The thought of Abi not here chokes me up just thinking about it.
I’m not allowed to cry tomorrow; the children are nervous, wondering if it’ll be a gloomy day. It won’t, but it means my heart will beat even slower than normal as I keep my emotions locked away.
I just have to get through it. I’m sorry darling. We haven’t forgotten you, we just don’t know what to do. To do something feels like losing you all over again, to do nothing feels just as bad.
Release a balloon, light a bloody candle, make a wish upon a star… it means nothing. She is in me and I’m in her always, but I know she is safe and happy where she is. I can see her at sixteen, she has grown up in heaven. I know there will be many more birthdays and milestones without her to endure.
No matter how many children I have, she is always my first, my Abi. The one who started all the love.
Dear Lord, It is only because you created such a wonderful child that our hearts hurt so much in grief. I pray that you keep especially close to us tomorrow. Ease the pain in our hearts by your comfort and give us strength to face the day. Thank you for your countless blessings on us, and for keeping our girl safe. Amen.
4 thoughts on “I should be organising your 16th birthday party”
I don’t know what to say, but you and Abi are in my thoughts. Xx
Thank you so much Marie x
Some times the pain of loss is bearable. Other times – like this one you describe so well – the pain of loss once again feels unbearable. Hugs to you. ❤️💔❤️
Thank you Vicky xxx
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