It's been one month and two days since Morgan became an angel. Yesterday was the first day that I didn't cry. I had a teary moment or two today, but haven't cried today, either. I don't know how I feel about that.
On the one hand, it seems that thing I've wanted most, if I couldn't have Morgan, was to feel normal again. The world around me has kept going. And it will. With or without me. I can create a new normal and rejoin the world, or I can wallow in my grief and misery. Either way, my baby's not coming back.
On the other hand, I didn't expect it to be so sudden. It's truly like I just woke up yesterday and was fine. I know the grieving isn't over, but still.
I guess, looking back at life, in general, that I shouldn't be surprised. After graduating from college, a friend and and I each had a separate series of setbacks that prevented us from jumping into the dreamed of post-graduation adult life. She took each blow very hard, while I took each one in stride and kept it moving. She asked how did I become so resilient. I really didn't have an answer then, and I don't have one now. I guess I've always looked at life with two options. I could sink, or I could swim.
Yet, I still thought surely this, this terrible, terrible experience, would be different. In the first few days, I couldn't eat, could barely sleep. I started grinding my teeth. And it seems those around me still expect me to be in that stage. Though I was dreading it, I went to school on Monday, and some people commented on how brave I was to have come to school. To be perfectly honest, the first few days at home, I really didn't see an end to the continuous waves of pain. But each week, I could see improvement.
I do know this. As I said before, I want to return to normal, or new normal, or whatever it is. No offense to anyone, but I don't want to be lingering in the grief message boards two or three years from now because I can only function in a world with people who've experienced this pain.