The morning after Olivia's funeral started out cool and cloudy, and over all gray day. I guess you can say that it was the perfect description of my own feelings.
My body literally ached...... I felt like crap.
It was time to start our lives as a new family. A family that had experienced loss. A family that would wake up every single morning to the reality that Olivia was no longer here with us. Wow, this reality sucks.
Erick and I had to continue to be parents to Ainsley even though every moment it hurt and was, in all honesty, fake at times... forced. The past week had been filled with visitors to keep us company and to keep our minds off of what the hell just happened to our world. But, this morning, there was no one but the three of us. The silence was deafening. I wanted Olivia's bedroom door to fly open and our days to resume to the way they were a week ago. I wanted Olivia to put her baby sister into that empty laundry basket and pull her around the house as if she was pulling a sleigh. I wanted my life back, the one when I had TWO daughters.
As he always did and still does, Erick knew that we couldn't sit in our house and feel sorry for ourselves so he decided that we'd take Ainsley to a playground. Oh goodie! Can you sense the sarcasm?
Ainsley played and ran around like there was nothing missing in her world, like any "normal" 2 year old little girl would do. I, however, was uninvolved, silent, removed, ....... dead inside. This wasn't where I wanted to be on this ugly cool day on the last day of the Godawful month.
What choice did we have though? We were parents of a little girl who no longer had a big sister. She was also a little girl who needed her mommy and daddy. So that day was the beginning of our new lives. Lives without Olivia.