More than two years later I find myself returning here, to this blog, where I felt so much safety and comfort while I was in pain... and I'm thankful that here is still available to return to.
For the past couple of years I had little time between parenting and running my own biz to share my thoughts and feelings, but in addition to having less time, my life and heart were full.
I had less need.
That changed four weeks ago when the rug was pulled out from underneath my feet - Mr Duncan died unexpectedly at the age of 41.
You don't fight so hard to have a child for that child to be deprived of her father at 4 years old! I mean fine, sometimes relationships break down, but I was always confident that Mr Duncan would be a present dad, irrespective of our relationship status. And he was a very present and loving father. But even if we broke up, he would always be her dad, whether or not he was my husband.
And yet now he is her dad, but not present. Except in our memories.
Pickle will now always be an only child.
That changed four weeks ago when the rug was pulled out from underneath my feet - Mr Duncan died unexpectedly at the age of 41.
You don't fight so hard to have a child for that child to be deprived of her father at 4 years old! I mean fine, sometimes relationships break down, but I was always confident that Mr Duncan would be a present dad, irrespective of our relationship status. And he was a very present and loving father. But even if we broke up, he would always be her dad, whether or not he was my husband.
And yet now he is her dad, but not present. Except in our memories.
Pickle will now always be an only child.
I know the odds of her having a sibling were very low, but we've had a couple of positive pregnancy tests and subsequent early losses since she was born. We weren't counting on it, but there was always a slight possibility of a sibling... until two weeks ago when my period finally came... late.
I know it was extremely unlikely, but now it's impossible.
And somehow, the grief I already felt for Poppy and Pipkin, is joined by grief for their Dad, and grief for Pickle's never-going-to-exist potential sibling.
And grief for Pickle.
Now Pickle is the only child of a widowed and grieving mother.
Now Pickle is the only child of a widowed and grieving mother.
People have been saying to her stupid shit like "take good care of your mummy" - I practically snarl at them that its not her responsibility. She's four. She just lost her dad ffs.
I've written before about how I had a lot of responsibility as a child and how it's shaped my personality - not necessarily for the better.
I've written before about how I had a lot of responsibility as a child and how it's shaped my personality - not necessarily for the better.
I don't want that for her.
I just want Pickle to enjoy her childhood like a normal kid. But now... how is that even possible?
I see her carefully watching my every move. She tries to comfort me. I forgot my watch the other day, she said 'That's okay mummy, you can look at the time on your phone". She's also smart enough to try to parlay my weaknesses to her advantage. Sometimes I feel so tired that I give in to her suggestions for the ipad simply so I can nap for an hour.
How unfair that at the same time you lose one of your parents, the other parent starts acting extremely weird?
How unfair that at the same time you lose one of your parents, the other parent starts acting extremely weird?
For the first week my phone did not stop.
There is a crapload of stuff that needs to be sorted out when someone dies. Not just a funeral which is enough work. Lots of stupid legal and financial and immigration stuff. And my background is in project management so I used the adrenaline I was feeling to go into project management mode.
Yes I was sad.
But this was distracting and made me feel less helpless. I feel lucky that a friend tentatively suggested Pickle had never seen me in professional mode and that it might be like she'd lost her dad AND her mum, because her mum wasn't acting anything like the mum she knew. So I decided to become the mum and appointed a project manager friend to do all the organising.
And how weird is it that you're arranging an event, like a wedding or a big party, trying to honour your dead person's self and respect their families needs at the same time you're wondering how the hell you will be able parent successfully or make your next mortgage payment without the other member of your team!
Coping with death is stressful, whether it was expected or not. I don't have a cause of death or death certificate, so I cannot start life insurance claims. In the meantime I need to pay for a funeral and all normal living expenses while I can barely think in a straight line. I've found myself doing stupid absent minded stuff like putting milk in the dishwasher instead of the fridge and last night I burned soup.
And how weird is it that you're arranging an event, like a wedding or a big party, trying to honour your dead person's self and respect their families needs at the same time you're wondering how the hell you will be able parent successfully or make your next mortgage payment without the other member of your team!
Coping with death is stressful, whether it was expected or not. I don't have a cause of death or death certificate, so I cannot start life insurance claims. In the meantime I need to pay for a funeral and all normal living expenses while I can barely think in a straight line. I've found myself doing stupid absent minded stuff like putting milk in the dishwasher instead of the fridge and last night I burned soup.
I need to be careful I don't end up burning down the whole house!
Anyway.
Anyway.
So I'm back. Not sure for how long, maybe only this post, but I do know that this blog really helped me when I was struggling after losing Poppy and Pipkin.
I hope it will be able to help me again now.
And in helping me, help Pickle.
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