Wednesday, February 4, 2009
One year ago, today...
One year ago today, I remember waking up and thinking this can't be real. My face was already wet from crying because that was all I had done for a week now. I struggled to get out of bed mentally, emotionally and physically. As the morning progress, I know that I got ready but I don't remember getting ready. I know I borrowed black pants from my sister's roommate because my maternity pants were to big and my regular pants were too small. I know my sister went and bought we a new black shirt to wear because my breasts were so engorged from my milk coming in that I needed something bigger to wear. I do remember having to be wrapped so tightly and how much it hurt because I couldn't relieve the pressure since I had no babies to feed. Having your milk come in seems like some cruel joke since all it is, is a painfully physical reminder of not being able to feed your new baby. I don't remember putting on make-up, maybe I didn't? I don't remember the car ride? I don't remember any conversation in the car? But, the minute we entered the parking lot of the funeral home, I know have vivid images. My uncle directing us where to park our car. Him helping me out of my car and giving me a big hug. Walking in to the funeral home and being directed to where to hang our coats. Then being led to where the boys were in their casket and seeing them for the "first" time. I remember my uncle taking them out of the casket and allowing us to hold them again. Feeling how cold they were as I stroked their faces and kissed their heads. Helping us to put on the little bracelets we bought to use as necklaces so we could bury them with tiny gold crosses, one mine the other my sisters. I remember helping to rearrange the items in the casket so we could add their blankets and stuffed animals. I remember when people started to come and instant tears that were produced the minute they saw us and the boys. I remember sobbing so hard when I saw our friends from Minnesota because I was grateful that they had driven so far for such a hard day. I remember hugging my uncle Duke because he is like a second father to me and just the two of us sobbing. I remember being so sore from my c-section and it hurting so much when people hugged me but not caring because I liked being able to feel something even if it was painful instead of feeling numb. I remember when the deacon started our small mass but I have no idea what was said because I was just staring at my sons in their casket. I remember watching everyone take turns walking up to the casket paying their respects to the boys after the mass ended. I remember watching my grandma and my aunt both kisses the boys good-bye. I remember everyone leaving the room so that we could be alone with them again and hold them one last time. I remember holding them with Kevin and crying so hard again. I remember having to give them back so that the casket could be sealed. I remember having to go to our car and wait to be led to the cemetery. I remember being shocked when they opened my car door and placed their casket on my lap for me to carry to the cemetery so that we would have a little bit more time with them. I remember driving to the cemetery and always being so amazed at how people actually stop for a funeral procession. I remember arriving at the cemetery and seeing the tent set up for us to sit under while they laid the boys to rest and said final prayers. I remember us all huddled together because it was so cold and there wasn't much room. I remember sitting there thinking this isn't real, this isn't real as the tears rolled down my face. I remember them asking Kevin if he wanted to place the boys casket in to the ground. I remember him holding the casket and lowering it in to the ground. I remember that some strange cry or moan came out of my body as I watched my husband so lovingly and gently place their casket in to the ground. I remember being helped out of my chair and back to my car so we could go to a small luncheon. After that I don't remember much about the rest of the day. Today, I played those final hours/minutes with my sons over and over again in my head. How vividly they came today. What they were wearing, the way they were laying, and how they felt. All day, I just kept thinking I can't believe what I did one year ago and how trivial everything I am doing today seems. Today, I asked God to comfort me as the tears ran down my face this morning. It honestly seems like only yesterday this all happened and hard to believe it has been a year...
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As time passes, I pray the painful memories fade, and the memory of your sweet boys remains vivid in your mind....forever etched there...I am so sorry for all you have been through Melissa, and pray God's endless mercy will see you through the years ahead....many hugs, and much love to you...faith
Melissa, thank you for sharing your raw feelings. Those are hard things to remember and even harder to forget. May God wrap his arms around you tightly...
Thank you for sharing this post! I sit and reflect on that very day...(I can't see to type with the stream of heartache and emotions in reliving this event...)When we arrived at the funeral home, I remember not wanting to get out of the car. I would start and then sit back down. I kept thinking how can I be strong for my "sister" who means the world to me and her amazing husband whom I am so Thankful is a part of our family. I wanted to be able to make it all go away, and when I realized I could not be there for you all in that way of change that I ached for you, I prayed for strength. Once I opened the doors, I saw the most beautiful thing... Mackenzie running toward me to say Hi. It is as if God placed her at the door at that very moment to tell me to come in and it would be ok. Then I saw you and Kevin, and there was nothing to say except hug and kiss you both. I stilldon't know what to say! I didn't want to let go of you. I remember finally making it over to say Hello to the boys. They were so beautiful the boys both looked all slumbered together with the cross chains on, and in their blankets. The first thing I said to Rick was Declan has Melissa's nose! Their perfect fingers their perfect nose and now their perfect life with God in heaven. I suddenly was at peace and believed God knew what he was doing even though while looking at the boys over my shoulder was the audible sound of you and Kevin crying. The ceremony was beautiful. Once at the grounds, I will always have the visual of Kevin placing the casket in the ground! I also remember just as he placed them in the ground, the very stong wind we were feeling under the tent stopped. It became very still, and all I could do was smile. The boys were home and they were letting us know! My heart aches for you all every day and I wish I had the beautiful written words to express this to you, but know that I pray everyday for God to give you strength, and why he chose you for this journey I don't know, but we are all with you in however we can be. I Love you all so much. Thank you for your beautiful words and emotion on this blog. Lisa
Your posts have always given me so many things to reflect on and remember. I too like you and Lisa have vivid memories of the boys funeral. From the moment I got up, took Logan and Evan to school, to the drive to Beloit. Then the next set of memories begin of the funeral. I preferred not to go in and did my best to stay out as long as possible. As I stood outside of the "room" I heard your sadness, pain,and could not bear to see that. But we came in and saw you and Kevin first and then Declan and Lucas. They each resembled you both!! The saddness filled the room but the support and love for you both also filled the room. The Deacon pointed this out also. His honesty and sincerity is what made an incredible difficult situation a little more bearable. The memories at the gravesite are the same as yours and Lisa's. I wish there was one set answer as to why this happened but after a year we know that this is not the case. What I do know is that all the people there on Feb 4th still love and support you unconditionally as well as those you have met via this blog. We love you!! Denise
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