As of tomorrow, it will be exactly a year since Isaac’s first mom unexpectedly passed away. We are going out to the cemetery to meet up with some of his other family members for a bit after work. I haven’t told Isaac yet because he processes deeply and I’d rather him mull over it for the hours before as opposed to the days before. Navigating death with a 5 year old is strange and our circumstances make it stranger.
When his granny called me a year ago tomorrow to tell me, shock immediately turned into grief. I felt sad that a friend had died, but sadder that my son’s mom had died. He was four.
I grieve that she:
– doesn’t get to hear how he is THIS CLOSE to riding his bike without training wheels
-misses the intense concentration he musters to practice piano
-can’t cringe at his froyo store concoctions- always the gummies- or sneak bites like her mom (Isaac’s granny) does
-isn’t here to see how much her daughters adore their little brother, and he them
I grieve that he:
-can’t ask her the questions that have formed/are forming/will form for her, many to remain answerless
-won’t hear her praise him
-isn’t able to see the way she always looked at him
-has experienced such a staggering level of loss before he’s even entered school
I grieve a lot about her being gone. I know that there are things that she could have provided him that I just can’t. We’re able to provide him with much, thank God, but there are some things… I just can’t.