God, please be gentle on me the rest of the day. I know you think I am strong enough, but I’m afraid I might just break.
“The Lord upholds all who fall
and lifts up all who are bowed down.”
Today at work I was asked how I was doing. I told them honestly, not so great, but I am taking it minute by minute. The reply was this, “I’m sorry for your loss, but at least the other little one is doing well. That has to help.” I broke down and bawled. I told them. “No, we lost her.” Reply, “oh, we all have stuff we have to work through right now. Sorry.”
I know they didn’t mean to hurt me, and they weren’t trying to, but it did. It cut like a knife. I know what happened to me is not a priority for anyone here, that most (I say most, not all) people probably don’t even give it a second thought past the first pity. But, I wish at least they could be aware that I lost both of my daughters, that way I don’t have to face that again.
I’m ready to never come back, but that is not possible. Nope, I still have 5 hours here today. Awesome.