Blogging this afternoon in hopes of releasing my emotions, and thus, feeling better. Just found out that a fellow Potter's Momma has experienced a miscarriage just months after losing her angel. Wow. Really? We really have to endure even more pain after the worst thing ever happens to us? I hate that this life is awful. But, I know it is. I know that we are all fallen, and that if this world was perfect, we would have no reason to seek our creator, our messiah, our comforter.
My hubby and I just got netflix and I was watching the series "30 Days" from the guy that did the movie Supersize Me. Great show. The episode that I can't stop thinking about was one where they had a proclaimed athiest move into a christian family's home for, you guessed it, 30 days. That would be the one question I would ask an athiest: Why? What in the world is the point of anything/everything if we just live and then die? The athiest woman was very kind, a good mother, a woman who believed in the golden rule. But, so what? What is all that good for if you think we just die and that's it?
Ok, sorry, tangent. Back to grief. Gosh, it sucks. As bad as I've been feeling lately, I know that it is all normal. I was warned by many who have been in my shoes (the only real people to listen to) that I should be careful, because once I started to feel better, I would probably take two steps back. Well, that's exactly how I would describe it, too. I was doing so well!! Kyle's doing better, but maybe that's just because I have taken back ownership of "biggest griever" in my household once again.
So, what else should I discuss... Everyone keeps telling me how nice it is outside today. It's sunny and 60 here today. I just hope they are right when they say that the warmth and the sun will improve my attitude and lift my depression. Gosh, that would be great. I know Joel loves to be outside, so at least he'll be a happier camper.
Ok, feeling a little better. Just needed to cry my eyes out one more time today I guess. Thanks for listening...