Today is 9 years since Cathryn passed away. It seems like a lifetime ago. She has faded quite a bit from my children's memories and, yes, a bit from mine, too.
My daughter, who was 4 at the time, has a friend who lost her mother about two years ago. Her friend is still struggling with grief and some of my daughter's other friends suggested that she talk to this girl, "because you understand". My daughter told me about it and then said, "Dad, I don't really understand. I don't really remember mom. I don't think I understood what happened back then."
It's true. At 4 years old, she didn't have an understanding of death.Even though she knows her mother "intellectually" - that is, from all the times I told her about her mother, looked at photos and videos, told and retold stories of her life - she doesn't really KNOW her mother. More so, she doesn't feel the grief. Now, that's a good thing for her - so much potential pain that isn't there. But it hurts me to hear it.
Early on I struggled with this, knowing that it would happen.After all, how much does anyone remember of their life before 4 years old? I had reconciled it, for the most part. But it still hurts now that it's "official".
So, 9 years and she is slowly receding. I don't want that, but I can't stop it from happening. Every year I have taken this day to remember her, visit some of the places that were important to us and to pray for her. But the impact of the day is less than it was last year, and that was less than the year before. I suppose that's good in a way but, again, it hurts.
Life is good these days ... but not great. There's something missing. You know. Without a doubt, she was the best thing that ever happened to me so it follows that her death was the worst.
It still amazes me how much this one thing affects us - without end. There really is no "getting over" it, is there?
Mike