She slips from the bed, eyes bleary from sleep. "Let's go get Daddy," she says, pausing then continues on, "he's here."
"No sweetie, he is still gone."
"I felt him in bed with us."
"Oh honey," I whisper, tears forming in my eyes.
"I know he is here."
"Come here Gwennie, let me hold you." Her small body climbs into my lap, and holds me tightly.
"I had a dream about Daddy was home?" she asks her blue eyes peering into mine as I attempt, unsuccessfully to hold back the flood of tears.
"Yes, and it was a good one, huh? We really miss our Daddy, and can't wait for him to come home."
Its these simple things that hurt the most. I can put most of the feelings out of my mind easily, and pretend to be fine. But when the girls express sadness and longing for their Daddy, that is when my heart breaks in two, because its the one thing I can not give them.
5 comments:
I am so sad for you, how hard that must be. x
I know that must be incredibly hard. I'm sorry.
Maybe you could encourage her to use her newfound art skills and draw a special sunshine or other picture for Daddy? You could scan it or take a picture of it and email it to him. That might help her feel closer to him, and everyone keeps telling me how encouraging children to do art when they are sad/mad/etc. helps them to express things that they may not have the words for.
I'm so sorry... That must be so hard..
How gut-wrenching. I hope you're all OK today. I really can't imagine.
lots of love to you Leaner. my heart aches for you. stay strong.
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