Today when Nate gets home we are heading to the cemetery to "clean" Evan's headstone and grave. I never thought the cemetery would be such a big part of our lives and quite frankly, it sucks.
I never imagined my life this way. Nathan and I have found ourselves doing things that we never thought would be a part of our life. Here are a few examples...
Pick out a casket for our little boy
Read our son's autopsy report
Receiving our child's death certificate in the mail
Having casual conversations with the coroner
Having the medical examiner release Evan's blood for further testing
Ordering a medical freezer to store his blood leftover from the autopsy
Interview with reporters
Benefit to raise money for a rare cause
Talk about my child's death and thinking what an sad lifetime movie it would be
Sitting with another grieving mother and understanding every incomprehensible thing she says
Decorating my child's headstone for each different holiday
Cleaning bird poop off of his stone
Having to go to therapy to cope with everyone else's problems that have beat us down even more
I think my emotional state was stronger during the month of May. Lately I cry at just about everything. All I can think about is how much I miss Evan and how after two years, I STILL cannot believe he is gone. School is going to start soon and I dread this time each year. I can't stand to walk through the stores and look at the school supplies and the cute little Spiderman backpacks. Of course he probably would have outgrown Spiderman by now.
He should be getting ready for 3rd grade. Instead we are living the 3rd year without him...