NORMAL is trying to decide what to take to the cemetery for Christmas, birthdays, Valentine’s day and Easter.
NORMAL is feeling like you know how to act and are more comfortable with a funeral than a wedding or a birthday party. Yet, feeling a stab of pain in your heart when you smell the flowers, see the casket, and all the crying people .
NORMAL is feeling like you can’t sit through another minute without screaming because you just don’t like to sit through church anymore. And yet at the same time feeling like you have more faith in God than you ever had before.
NORMAL is having tears waiting behind every smile when you realize someone important is missing from all the important events in your family’s life.
NORMAL is not sleeping because a thousand “what ifs” go through your head constantly.
NORMAL is having the TV on the minute you walk into the house to have some “noise” because the silence is deafening.
NORMAL is telling the story of your child’s death as if it were an everyday common event and then gasping in horror at how awful it sounds. And yet realizing it has become part of normal conversation.
NORMAL is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor your child’s memory and their birthday and surviving those days. And trying to find a balloon or flag that fits the occasion, “Happy Birthday”? Not really!
NORMAL is a new friendship with another bereaved parent and meeting over coffee and talking and crying together over your children and worrying together over the surviving children.
NORMAL is being too tired to care if you paid your bills, cleaned your house, did the laundry or if there is food in the house.