People have been wonderful these past few days-facebook messages, emails, visits, calls, hugs, cards, meals. The outpouring of love is almost overwhelming. I'm dreading the day it all stops.
Because I'm afraid everyone will forget. There's a part of me that wants life to get back to normal. I don't want to cry every day. I don't want to lie awake all night long, following the wanderings of my mind. But then another part of me doesn't want to move on. Because I think that if I move on and stop thinking about our loss, Eden's memory will die. That scares me. I know I'll never forget about her, but I think everyone else will. April 27th will just be any other day to them. October 15th won't mean anything. To me, these days are forever etched into my memory: one as the day my baby was supposed to be in my arms, and the other as the day her body left the comfort of my womb.
Some people have asked me if they can do anything to help. A couple of days ago, I didn't know the answer to that question. Now I do: remember her. When April comes around, don't forget about the baby that was supposed to be in our arms. And next year, on October 15th, tell me you still remember. Her body is gone. I don't want her memory to die too.