Saturday, October 4, 2014

The Shit's Gettin' Deep in Here

The month of October is so many things to so many people.

October is:

Breast Cancer Awareness Month
Fall!
Halloween!
Domestic Violence Awareness Month
Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month... and so much more, no doubt.

Look.  If you don't know me, you have no idea how important that last cause is to me. You see, I had a baby die. At 40 weeks. In my belly.  On the day she was supposed to be born alive.  She died. Inside me. It sucks. I can't begin to describe the broken heart. But, that's not what this is about.

A friend of mine on Facebook posted something about her son turning one when he wakes up, God willing.

God willing? What? My head cannot wrap the brain inside it around that.  God willing. Willing what?  That my baby stays alive?  I can't even comprehend it.  Can't.

But, it reminded me of something.  I read a fantastic book-- which was a free download-- and you may be able to download free even now-- Remember the Moon by Abigail Carter. If you haven't read it, please do. I do not know Abigail Carter.  I have nothing to gain by suggesting you read it. 


What I do want, though, is for people to read this work of fiction, and think about Jay.  Think about the idea of our "predestined" paths.  Maybe we do choose our paths before we are born.  Maybe we don't.  Maybe premature death is part of the spiritual journey we have for our higher selves.  Maybe it isn't.  Maybe we know what is going to happen to us in our next life cycle, but forget when we take a physical form.  Maybe we don't.  

I don't have the answers, but what I do know is that this book, about Jay's death, and his family's ability to cope (or not) really makes one think about life.  About death.  

Read it. God willing.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Things I wish I could tell my younger self...

Listen.

No one told me that when I grew up and had babies, that those babies would eventually say some of the most random things.

Tonight--

"Mommy. I need to poop so, so, so badly.  It's the juicy poop."

Seriously.  The "juicy poop."  I can't type it without laughing.

You're welcome.