One Year

It’s hard to believe that it has been a whole year since Micah was here with us. We survived all of the “firsts” without him but not without a lot of tears and heartache. The past few weeks have been filled with so many reminders of his final weeks and days. I found myself going back and reading the Caring Bridge entries and scrolling through the photos from the last few weeks of his life, reliving his final days.

I think back to the days when my kids were younger, when my worries and fears would take over and I would imagine how I would ever survive if something were to happen to either of them. As a parent, that was always one of my biggest fears. At those times, I imagined that I would never be able to endure something like that, that I wouldn’t be able to function and would lose my will to go on. Of course, I also believed that it would never happen to my family. Those were the things that happened to other people. At least that’s what I thought until it became our reality.

Unlike my fears from the past, I’ve realized that life does go on and we are able to continue to live life after loss. I believe that my grief will always be a part of me but that I will be able to continue to build my life around it. Although Micah is not physically with us, I still feel like he is near at times. He’s with me in my thoughts, my memories and in my dreams, which is probably why I frequently bring him up in conversations. Although I’m sure this might make some people uncomfortable, I can’t stop myself from talking about him. Even though Micah died, that doesn’t take away the fact that he also lived. I have 15 years of memories of him that will always be a part of me and will keep him present in my life.