Seven months ago yesterday, we lost Alexander. It was a long, slow day for me.
We met a couple of friends for bowling last night. I’m a lousy bowler but it was good to be out for a little while. While we were bowling, I kept thinking about the night Dan was trying to teach Alexander to bowl with the plastic set Dan’s mother had recently given him. Alexander didn’t quite get it that first night and unfortunately, we never had another chance to try.
I stayed in bed a little later this morning. I have plenty to do today but just couldn’t bear getting up to an empty house. As I lay in bed, I listened to the city noises outside but the quiet of our house rang louder in my ears.
I’ve heard from other parents who have lost children that the pain and sadness does eventually become more manageable. From where I sit today, typing through my tears, I just don’t see how.
Remembering Alexander 