Sam is an angel that was brought into my life. Here is our journey back home...

Sam is an angel that was brought into my life. Here is our journey back home...

Wednesday, January 30, 2013


I have to begin by saying I'm sorry. I'm sorry I haven't written. I doubt anyone notices how long it's been but its been awhile.

I've had a lot on my mind just haven't had the time to write. Then again I've had nothing to say because I've been at a loss for words. I just don't know where my grief or emotions stand right now.

What has sparked me to write is my AMAZING 4 year old. Last night she said words to me that no 4 year old should ever say.
Here is how our conversation went:

M: are you happy you have a live baby?
Me: yes honey I'm am.
M: Sam is up in heaven and when you get there he will be there waiting for you.
Me: yes, he will be.
M: -and nonni and poppy will put you in your box.
Me: I hope nonni and poppy are gone long before me.
M: then who will put you in your box?
Me: (this took me a minute to figure out how to answer, but I figured since we've always been honest and up front with her...) hopefully you will.
M: okay I will do that!
Me: (tears begin to form and I'm loosing my stomach at the thought of our conversation not because of the content but because its with my four year old)
M: mom, I'm going to miss you when you die.
Me: I'm going to miss you too, but that's not going to be for a very long time. Can we talk about something else? Lets not talk about me dying anymore.
M: ok. I love you mom.
Me: I love you too

With my four year old! Well beyond her years. Sam has given her so much emotion that I think a normal preschooler would never be able to handle.
And what for?
Is she going to be something great?
Or will she too die too soon?
God I hate to think of that! But that's me always analyzing.

Since then, or maybe it was before that, I'm trying to pick up the pieces. I feel shattered again. Barely able to breathe.

It's been 18+months since Sam died and people are starting to forget. Or at least it feels like it. I have a wonder family that always say his name and acknowledges his presence but others are forgetting.
Not forgetting him but forgetting I may still be broken. I will never be whole. Sam is the piece that competes me. Since V was born people have been blinded by excitement of a new baby and filled with joy. It gave them something to talk about with me.

"How are your girls doing?"

Before people would ignore me and I knew that they remembered my story. They recognize that I may still be fragile.

Remnants of him...

I'm surrounded by babies lately. Babies being born left and right. I politely converse about their pregnancy and act excited for them.
I feel like people feel like they owe me the sympathy and say something like this towards the end of the conversation, "yea it's getting close. I just want him/her to be healthy."

Really, dumb fuck! Is that your little way to acknowledge my loss in your ignorance?
Sam was healthy. Nothing came back abnormal in his autopsy report.


Ugh, when will society get there head out of there ass! Nothing's impossible.

Do me a favor just acknowledge my brittle heart, mention his name and pray your baby is born alive.


  1. Aw, I'm so sorry. Since our baby girl was born last week, I am starting to see how everyone just assumes our lives have gone back to normal now and are perfect. And life with her is perfect! But one member of our family will always be missing.
    When I was pregnant, everyone always said things like well, what happened was an accident or that wouldn't ever happen again, she is healthy, etc. I wanted to be like Wiley was perfectly healthy too!! It can happen to me again, it can happen to you, it can happen to anyone!
    Thinking of you <3

  2. No one but a BLM can understand what this life feels like...they don't realize the agony, the questions, the worry, the guilt. They can't understand unless, god forbid, it happens to them We were all blissfully unaware until it happened to us.

    But how sweet is your daughter? It's sad that, at such a young age she's had to deal with death, but she handles it so well it seems. You have a wonderful little girl...2 girls (and sweet Sam! Can't forget him of course!). I hope you are doing well momma!

  3. your little girl always amazes me with her wisdom! I get what you mean, too, about how people add in 'and I hope they're healthy" as an afterthought, to try to relate in some way to what we've experienced. It always comes across as being insincere, because they don't know what it's like to truly ONLY worry about if the baby is going to keep living.