It's been a while since I wrote. Crawling girl makes it hard to type now, she can get anywhere fast and I can't look away! And I'm sleeping during her naps too, so bye bye free time.But there has been a wonderful glow from within lately. Happiness. Contentment.
I sink into the outside in the Fall. The rain. The leaves. The sounds. Everything is getting more saturated with color and feeling and smell. It's been over two years since Otto passed over, and 2 years seems to be a marking of a change in grief work, the walk, the experience. I'm less heavy. I'm more in my heart.
I cry often, I feel his love and loss, and in many ways I feel more a part of the universe. I'd say more alive, but it's even more than that - like even when I die, I'll still be a part of it. I feel at home. Part of a big, cozy, beautiful family that extends out all around.
I look up at the stars and am glad that I will be a part of them still after I die. I want to know more about the cycles of the moon. I want to know about making bread and I enjoy taking the seeds out of the pumpkin before I bake it. I feel love for dirt and trees and sky. For my husband and my child. Otto brought that deep love to the surface, a shattering surfacing. A rearranging. Love that makes you know that it is what we are here for.
I am still flabbergasted that Otto came and left. There is a part of his story that I go through every day. A different part every day, a little piece. A room in the hospital, the lactation nurse, the fridge where I stored the milk with his name on it. I found a little bottle from UCSF yesterday, his name still on the label. I will keep it. It is a precious thing.
I have been here for his conception and growing in belly, and his birth, and his death. I know death a little more. I know the permanence of it, and yet the fluidity of it. The feeling like it is not an ending even though it is so complete and sudden. I am a little less afraid of it. And more grateful that I have this day. A day I get to be with a man I love and a child I get to care for. Who gives me smiles of total joy when dad brings her in from her nap. I have not know such complete love in a face. She melts me.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing things right as a mom, feeding her the right things, getting sleep right, yada yada, but I know that I do love her enough. And that is basically the key. Everything else works itself out.
When I can really accept that this love is the most important thing in life, it's easier to let things go like the dishes being undone, an email I forgot to send, a form I forgot to fill out. Instead of going into the vortex of everything I do wrong right away, it's easier to slip that off and just say, Oh well, and look, I'm alive. I'm alive. I don't know how long I get, but right now is a pretty good moment. Pretty great when you think about it.
Rain is falling. The Giants won and will go to the world series! My baby is sleeping. The moon is almost full. The earth is soaking in long awaited water. Who am I to judge my life and if I've done it well, if I've done it right? I am here. I am here and breathing, my heart is beating, I live in a house of love and undone dishes and piles of laundry.
