Your 4th bday / Mommy
So, we are packing up the house, making room for the big move! Its coming in 18 days and yes--counting! We were supposed to make settlement tomorrow-- but as anticipated-- its going to be too hard of a day.
Colin turns 4 tomorrow. My angel is celebrating in heaven. So much has changed in these 4 years, and so much has come of our life.
Colin allowed for us to have this new house. He died-- but not in vain. He gave us enough to afford a beautiful new house, in the suburbs, with everything we want-- everything but one thing-- Colin.
I am packing up this house, and i feel like i am packing up all the hatred, and the anger, and the madness associated with his death- but now the pain is left. I also am packing up a ton of memories in this house-- leftover pain meds that i just never got rid of, we shoved them in the back cabinet, hoping to forget about them-- the little swabby wipes for Colins sticky stuff to hold his feeding tube in- not to mention, tons of syringes, little clothes, and more, that have been shoved in the deep dark corners of my house-- much like most of the feelings associated with that...
Owen and Ceira also leave alot of memories in this house. I am sad for leaving them behind also- especially when you spend so much time in a house-- you tend to miss them when you move. I remember watching Owen climb up the steps for the first time here-bringing home Ceira and the corner she slept in, in my room. The stain in the carpet from when Owen had to be a big boy-- and spilled RED fruit punch on the carpet-- just the little things-- that make you think so much about your life. There was always the things there, that reminded me of Colin, but when you have to pack up that part of your life, and move forward, its a much different feeling. A very sad feeling.
We move on. The walls are bare tonight- the rooms have lots of boxes in them. Much like my heart. The walls are exposed-- and soiled, and dirty....
I am looking forward to our new journey in our new house. I know Colin will be there with us, but its just so hard. Hard to leave him when he was here....much like it was hard to leave the hospital that night-- when he died, and not go back. Each time i go to the hospital, that feeling of "hard to leave, because he was here"....is there. I am sure i will feel that way about this house-- forever.
Well--its way past my bed time-- since i have been battling this insomnia that sets in...usually on occasion. I need to try to get some sleep-- its less than 45 min before Colins bday-- so ...
Colin,
Happy birthday my sweet angel. Know that mommy misses you so much, and your familiy will never forget you. I sure hope there is a Heaven- because i can't wait to hug you and hold you once again.
Happy birthday.-
Love, mom
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