I’ve experienced loss.
I lost my son Alexander when we was an infant.
I don’t talk about Alexander that much. Not because I don’t want to.
Give me any excuse to talk about all of my kids and I’m in. Some would just say “give me any excuse to talk” and leave it at that.
Besides, there’s so much to share. All 31 weeks, 5 days of stories worth (yes, the 5 days count, smile).
And just today, all three of the kids watched a movie together. Dora the Explorer of course. It’s not Alexander and Max’s favourite but Artemis usually gets her way.
And that’s usually the extent of my story telling.
It’s hard to explain that…
- While I’m grateful for Max and Artemis, they don’t take away from the sadness that I feel over losing Alexander. I’d liken it to comparing apples to oranges,
- I say goodnight to Alexander every night and give him a kiss,
- The kids have to share with him. I even let them tease him sometimes,
- We talk about him and include him in our every day life. Even though he is not here,
- I think Max and Artemis believe that every one has a Brother that looks like a bear and sits on a shelf.
Just know that I don’t not talk about him because it hurts too much.
Quite the contrary.
Besos, The Zoo