Unbeknownst to me, today is National Sibling Day. Seriously? Well, according to Facebook, it is. You know, I can always count on Facebook to make sure I realize who is missing and to ping me back into my own reality that my life will never ever be the same.
I know I should just stay off of Facebook and the main reason I go on is to see pix of my nieces’ kids. I started to “like” a few when suddenly I crumbled in tears because I am missing one of my siblings and even more heartbreaking to me is that my children are missing one of theirs. Yeah, I was feeling sorry for myself while many were feeling so blessed.
Facebook has become a bully in my new, not so improved world. Many who feel superior to me would just recommend I stay off of it. Great advice as another door slams in my face.
But hey, I am using a form of social media to throw up all of my grief. Why? Because there is no other place to put this. Guess there is no other place to chirp about their truly wonderful lives. I rarely post because no one “likes” a Debby Downer and by now they are mostly sick of me anyway.
Maybe I will regret writing this in an hour or so and delete it. After all, if these past 31 months have taught me anything it is that grievers should be seen and not heard.
Well, I have spilled the contents of my broken heart and probably offended a few people in the process. The groundskeepers at the cemetery removed everything from the graves after the Easter holiday, so I will step back into my reality and shut up since I need to place something on Amy’s grave before the rains come. Maybe I will do it in honor of National Siblings Day.
Always remembering Amy,