Monday, January 14, 2013

Emotional Roller Coaster

Thanks for all the support you have all given me. These days this is the only place I can find any peace or support. I have been on the emotional roller coaster ride for what seems like forever with no end in sight. There are so many things bouncing off the walls on my mind I cant find the beginning or the end or where to begin. Sam will be returning to public school. Our days of schooling at home will come to a close soon. It's not really what I want but I'm not strong enough right now for battle. I have poured myself into his schooling. At the end of the day It hit's me I need to keep going so I can escape my grief. Now a kid can only take so much school in one day. I am going to be so lost with so much time on my hands. I am trying to get back into some creations once again. I's getting off to a slow start. Needles scissors and other things I am hunting. Little things are a challenge these days. It's easy to sit and lose myself in doing nothing. The mind has a vast amount of space open for just getting lost and passing time really doing just nothing but passing time away just to get to the next day only to begin again. The dreaded phone calls received in the wee hours of the morning when all should be snuggled safely in bed asleep never bring good news as I have learned the hard way. Sunday Morning 4:30 am it came again. In fear I ran to the phone knowing It would only be bad news. In fear something happened to Laken. I thank God it was not her but it was my stepson this time. News from his mother he had been in a crash and was in route to a hospital miles away. She could not follow could I and his father go? We started the long journey not knowing what awaited in the trauma unit. It was hard to hold myself together. Reliving the loss of my own son's crash and death. Amazingly he was released the same day. Thank God. I have seen him escape death so many times over the years. I ask why did my boy not get a second chance? I put myself out there again only to be hurt again. In all this I have seen how the X wife can depend on my husband at any time. Why it hurts is the fact he has not been there for me in our own son's death. The blame game started day's after the funeral of our son. Our son age 17 my husband stayed the course of tough love but with his son it's not that way. There is always some one else to blame. His son is 36 I have no problem with him being there for him only the problem of him being there for the x. As I told him after another call from the x today its time for him to cut it off from her your my husband not hers. She has her own husband she should be turning to and depend on for her needs. The X thanked me Sunday for every thing and said she knew we had enough on our plate with the death of our son and she would not bother us. But the day started with her call and here needs. It may seem cruel on my part but I told my husband they are where there at with there son now because they have always bailed or bought their son out every time and he made our son learn the hard way. When our son done something wrong he was made to take his punishment and pay costs from his mistakes. I have put myself out there went way beyond and above when it comes to the X wife. I would move heaven hell or earth to get to my son if I could. I know what it took to keep me from my son's dead body at the crash when all I wanted was to go to him and touch him and pray. I was held back by the trooper. My arms carried the black and bruised marks from his hands and fingers. I fell to my knees on the road causing cuts and bruising then flat on my back trying to move but my body would not until I saw Laken in the field screaming I crawled to her. I tried to hold her back. I wrapped my arms and legs around her body but her unbelievable strength over powered my strength and I left go. My stepson's mother could not come to him because she needed to open her business. This is beyond what I can understand.

12 comments:

  1. Sometimes, nothing makes sense and all we can do is focus on the blessings to get us through the losses. Thinking of you.

    Lana

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  2. Continuing to pray for you and your family...

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  3. So sorry for your grief, I think of you often and say little prayers! hugs, Lecia

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  4. Dear Lara, life is so so hard to deal with at times...... know we are here for you to find a little comfort.......Holding you close at heart in my prayers, Hugs Francine.

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  5. Lara, I can't imagine the horror of getting this most recent late night phone call and how hard it must have been for you going to the hospital. You are an amazing lady and just getting out of bed is an accomplishment. Celebrate the little things in your life as Lucas would have wanted for you. We're all here for you whenever you need us and for as long as you need us. I wish there was a way to comfort you and give you peace but still continuing to pray for you and your family.
    Donna

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  6. Lara,I am so sorry for the pain you are feeling.It had to be horrible receiving this last call.You are stronger than you know or you could never have made it to the hospital for your stepson.May God bring you peace and comfort in the coming days.Please know that I continue to think and pray for you.Hugs,Jen

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  7. Nothing in life ever makes sense and much of it never seems fair. You are doing fine with it all Lara. I am proud of you for truding on and taking care of the other children. One step at a time......I am proud of you for noticing the need for public school again and that it's ok for you to pick up a small project. It's ok to lose yourself in your mind.....sometimes that's the only way to heal. -Steph-

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  8. I pray that all will work itself out. Try to keep busy, at least part of the day. It has to be something that you really enjoy or it doesn't work. God bless.

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  9. Grit. Grit and determination. to get you thru the day. one foot in front of the other. Belly breaths when you think you are going to fly apart. Prayer if you can find it. we wish you courage and strenth.

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  10. Oh no. What a horrific thing to happen. This one survived, and you have to wonder why him and not your son. I remember seeing rough, drinking, trashy type guys and thinking, why God? Why my son and not this one who is nothing like the man my son was?

    The bitterness and anger I felt I am sure you understand. You, on the other hand, were there for this other son at the time you were needed. Lara, none of us can understand God's workings but you did what you knew was the right thing to do. Your strength, even at this time when surely you feel you have nothing left to give, comes through and keeps you on the path. I understand the feeling that your husband is not there for you. I do not know him but he may be dealing with his grief in his own, private way. Some men (mine among them) are not good at comfort, they don't know what to do. Women usually know what is needed and will stand beside and with you.

    If you have sisters, or if your mother is living, let them be there for you. It was hard for me too--I pulled into myself and didn't want to see anyone or talk to anyone. The only thing I could do that helped was to clean out closets and sort stuff. Don't ask me why, I don't know, but those simple tasks were healing for me and helped me gain control again.

    You made a wise decision with the home schooling. Tackle only what you feel you can handle;do not ask more of yourself than that. It took me months to get back to storytelling, the love of my life, but eventually I was able once again to do it. Not well, at least at first, but slowly it came back.

    I have yet to visit the place where my son died. He was on a business trip, far away. It is one of the things I must do. You went through the worst of anything a mother could experience, and I cried reading your description of that terrible night. There are no words I can say that will ever erase those memories; all I can say is lay them over with your golden memories of your son and how he was. At the funeral home my son's body was there in an open casket--what I realized then was that who he was wasn't in the casket, it was in the photos being shown on the screen. That was my son and those are the memories I hold on to. I don't know if any of this helps you, Lara, but please know you are on my mind daily and I so wish I could sit on your porch with you and just listen and listen, and be there for your tears.

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  11. Lara...I am so sorry for your loss...I don't know you I just happened on your blog..don't even know how I navigated to it..but here I am. Oh sweet lady I know your pain I too lost my son 2 years ago to diabetes and I truly know the emptiness and pain. It never gets better you only live it every day. Please contact me if you need to talk . As you say the world keeps going on when we want it to stop. My arms go around you for a huge hug this day! Deb

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