It was a long April Fool's Day yesterday. From the time he was a toddler, Jack thought that April Fool's Day was the best fun ever! When he was 2, he used the broom to open the garage door and bounced out from the side of the house with a grin and a loud, "Apil foo's, mommy!" after I ran out of the house in a panic. I learned to never use the sugar or salt without checking, to view meals cooked by Jack on his sacred holiday with suspicion, to let the shower run for a bit without blindly stepping in to a food color rinse, to check the hand hose in the kitchen before turning on water. How I missed waking up at 3:30 instead of 5:30 yesterday morning!
I wish I could say that I was thankful for all those past April Fool's Days and that I was able to smile at the memory of them yesterday. I stayed in a dark grey mood for the past few days and am thankful that the tears are less close to the surface today. The day will come when I am able to celebrate Jack's life and feel blessed for those 20 years of quirky, creative insanity. Not today, though.
I'm going to a Compassionate Friends meeting tonight. It's a group for surviving parents, grandparents and siblings. I don't know if it will help, but I've found that talking to other moms and dads who have lost their children is comforting. They are able to offer the hope of a new normal.
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