It was a crazy busy day last Tuesday.
I was flying across the country.
Headed to a conference for this blog.
Excited to see old friends.
Trepidatious for a reason I couldn’t quite place.
6 years ago on that day.
I lost my baby.
There was no heartbeat.
I turned primal and feral.
But today, I forgot.
Every day, I think of that day.
Every moment, I know something is missing.
There is no closure but I have made peace with the pain.
It took 6 years to not wince at the thought of it.
But today, I was busy with minutia and there was no marking of time.
The lady next to me on the plane had a beautiful little boy.
He climbed into my lap and held my face.
I was moved.
His little arms and legs, that smile.
I’ve missed it.
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But on the plane, I Forgot.
I arrived and met my friends.
I was weary and distracted,
Discombobulated and put out.
Disconnected and distant.
I was there but I wasn’t.
That’s when I realized that maybe I hadn’t remembered to cry
but my heart did not forget and it never will.
Have you ever forgotten an important day in your life and if you have, how did you deal with that?