06/19/2024
Hey Whitt. It has been awhile. You are still in my thoughts every single day, but I just can’t bring myself to say everything out loud.
Summer is my all time favorite time of the year. I start looking forward to it in April, but you see it is mid June now and the dread and sadness are creeping in.
This past year I have been on a mission of sorts to find something that makes me happy. Don’t get me wrong, there are lots of things that make me happy, but there is this space that consumes me at times I just can’t fill. A space of sadness, depression, self doubt and so much more.
It had gotten a little easier to hear someone speak your name. Tell stories about you. Recall the memories of you. Unfortunately it is not that way right now. A few weeks ago we were at a basketball tournament and Robby was talking to some man. I have no idea how the conversation was started, but I soon realized they were talking about you. I wanted to run. I wanted to cry. The look on my face must have given my feelings away. Annesha hugged me and gave me the look that she understood that I was freaking out on the inside.
You would be so proud of your brothers. This year has been one of growth for both of them. Collins is going to be a Senior this year and I’m afraid he is more like me every single day. He doesn’t mind speaking his mind, but is a genuinely good human being. He acts like you a lot too. It can be a little frustrating! Teagan is getting taller, but blames me for getting the “short” genes. I know you don’t want to hear this but he might just be better than you in basketball. He is so much like you it’s scary.
I try really hard not to compare them to you. It’s hard not to though. Every situation it analyzed and decisions are flip flopped based on the feelings of the day. I am so scared of making the wrong decisions. I don’t want to be too hard nor too easy. I don’t think I’m a good parent.
You have changed absolutely everything about me. I’m not saying some of that is a bad thing.
I don’t talk about you much to my friends or family anymore. Nobody knows what to say and most of all they don’t understand where I am at or what I’m going through. I’m always the downer. I don’t ever what them to understand the way I feel.
I miss you Whitt. There are so many times I wanted to call you and tell you something, but I can’t. I wish I could have saved you. Stopped you. Protected you.
Every single day I miss my baby and yes you will always be my baby. There is a pain and emptiness that no matter what will never get better. It’s a complicated life I live now.
I’ve heard way to many times “that it will get better”, “you have other kids to think about”, “be happy with what you have”, and “life does move on”. I want to scream and fight and say “no s**t. Like I don’t know all those things”. These are things that people who struggle to survive and get up the next day keep to themselves and therefore struggle alone.
Grief sucks. Missing you sucks.
I love you Whitt. I miss you even more. I wish you were here.