There isn't a love song that isn't about her anymore. Everything is about her. Everything. I ache so deeply for her. There aren't sufficient words to explain the ache. It's so deep, so primal. My very existence aches. One just has to glance at me and they can see the ache. I may smile. I might laugh. I probably look ok from the outside, but when someone looks at me, really looks at me, they will see it. My eyes are deeper, sad. My posture is weak. I look like at any moment I am going to come apart at the seams. I look like I'm going to fizzle out at any second. I don't know how I haven't. I will never understand how I still wake up every morning. How long can someone live with this ache deep in their very essence?
That's a rhetorical question. If I didn't die the second she did, then I'm not going to let this kill me. That would be the easy way out. That would be so disrespectful to my Violet. She doesn't get to live her life, so I have to live mine. I have to live everyday like it could be my last. I have to. I have to for her.
I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart. Every. Single. Song is about her. Every single one. It's like all these artists knew Violet was going to die, so they wrote all the songs about her.
We got the panel for the cedar chest engraved finally. I will have to write more about that whole fiasco later on. It was a fucking joke, but it finally got done and it is beautiful and terrible.
I'm all over the place tonight. My brain doesn't work like it used to. It is rewiring itself. Trying to learn how to keep my broken heart beating while never forgetting her. I think about her constantly, but I also have to think about other things. It's like I have 2 brains now. One that is completely dedicated to all things Violet, the other for everything else. So that I can always be thinking of her, while still being a semi-functioning human.
I'm drawing from the energy of all the grieving mothers that ever were tonight. I can't imagine how this is really my life. I cannot imagine how I am never going to hold her again. It is unimaginable. Too painful to think about, it takes my breath away. It's a punch in the gut that could easily take my down to where I will never get up again. I know that isn't an option. I am not a coward and I would never do that to Violet. So, the only thing that keeps me standing most times is thinking of all the other mothers that have lost their beloved children. They kept going. Millions are still going. I have numerous blogs of grieving mothers pulled up on my phone all day long. When I feel the breath leaving my lungs, when I feel the punch to the gut, when I feel my knees start to quake and my heart start skipping beats, I pull one up. I read their words, I feel their pain, I see that they are still going. And, I take a breath. If they can do it, so can I. Keep fucking pushing.
I'm so rambly tonight my silly baby. I just let the words flow out tonight and this is what happened. A big jumble of words that I'm not even sure make any sense at all. But, nothing makes any sense anymore, so eh. At least I got some words out. Maybe I will be able to sleep a bit tonight. I wish I could hold you one more time. My arms are so empty. They need you. I need you. Good things have been happening, and I know it's all because of you. Thank you sweetheart. I miss you. I love you. Wait for me, let's go to the stars.