Last week I had the absolute privilege and honour to stay with my family of choice who live at a distance from me. I only see them once a year, and I cherish every minute of our time together. Even though parts of the week were a bit mad, it ended with the peace, fun, and love we’re used to feeling while we are together.
Through the entire trip, my mind stayed on my daughter. That’s not something I was expecting. I take a bus to my FOC’s house, which amounts to roughly a 20-26 hour ride. About half-way through, a man sat next to me and told me my daughter wanted to say she loves me and is safe. Everything inside me went cold. I guess that should have made me feel better, but it does not.
If the man’s connection actually reached my daughter, that means she can see and hear me. Does she miss me? Does she feel grief? That made me feel like a failed parent, which is not hard to do. Throughout the week, I thought about how my daughter would have eventually made those trips to visit the FOC with me. She would have fit in to the stride of things, as well.
As we went through the week, my daughter danced through my mind constantly. The grief felt acute. Something about being surrounded by the love and acceptance of my FOC brought light to the glaring hole in my life. I ached for my daughter. I imagined her laughter, her smile.
Unfortunately, my sister-of-choice became very ill and had to be hospitalised. While my concern for her was very deep and I would have done anything at all to help, the hours we spent at the hospital reminded me of that night almost eight months ago when my baby died. That memory played through my mind so strongly that it seemed to be happening in the present. I couldn’t breathe.
Surrounded by my FOC, though, I felt safe. They had no idea my grief was acute at that point; they were struggling so much with simply getting through the issue they were facing. Adding to their pain would have been the most selfish thing I could do.
I’m happy to report that my sister-of-choice is home from the hospital and seems to be doing very well. I hope she stays strong and safe. Hospitals are miserable places. Even though people heal and are born in hospitals, those buildings are still so full of death and pain. I wish my sister-of-choice all the best. Please keep her and her family in your most positive thoughts. I know they appreciate it.