Things are kinda looking "UP"

It has been a LONG time since I've blogged...well, only two weeks, but it feels like it's been a while.

So, where am I at right now? I'm really not sure, but wherever I am it sure is an interesting place to be. hehe. In reality, I can't be certain because this process, I'm learning, is like a series of waves. They come and they go. Just like in a set, the waves can come in fairly frequently and then there's stillness for a while and then it'll come again. One day I'll feel totally fine and then the next, I'm down in the dumps. So, yes...it's quite interesting as I don't know what each day will bring. I was talking to a friend who very recently lost her mom. When I asked her how she was holding up, she told me that she hates the cliche, but for her she's taking it one day at a time. I'm SO there, but also I'm seeing and, now, truly believing in the joy that is in store.

It's not everyday that I cry now. In fact, it's not every week that I do. However, there are certain things that can trigger my emotions in an instant, like a newborn crying, or when I write a thank you email to someone who sent something thoughtful in the mail or in my inbox. It's just that when those kind of things DO happen, sometimes I'll be sad and sometimes I won't.

I think of my daughter often, but my brain isn't on overload like it used to be. My mind used to race, pretty much all day--constantly replaying scenarios of my birth, time with her at the hospital, and when I was pregnant. Those moments have lessened.

Don't get me wrong, though. When I'm feelin' it, I'm definitely feelin' it. I don't try to fight it anymore, though. One day I heard the song, "Bring the Rain" on my way to the gym and I completely fell apart. I was trying to look for a parking space asap because I couldn't see from my tears and I was hyperventilating. After I let myself cry for several minutes, I took several deep breaths, went in, then had my personal training session. I've always been a crier, but to cry over someone I lost for a period of months was something so foreign to me. Now, it's just become a part of my life.

I check myself sometimes and mentally make it a point to remind myself that just because I don't always cry or am not always sad it doesn't mean that I'm going to eventually forget my daughter. It's a silly thing to tell myself that, actually, because honestly, how could I ever forget her? I couldn't even if I tried. I lost a part of me. She was inside of me; Malaya was part of my own flesh and blood.

I watched "Up" today with King (who just got his bottom wisdom teeth taken out--poor guy). It was the best I've seen since "Slumdog Millionaire". So, the movie was 96 minutes long and I DIDN'T cry for a total of probably 25 minutes. I don't want to spoil anything for anyone, but there's a part that made me really connect with the movie and the characters (if you don't want to know about the movie, don't read the rest of this paragraph). So Carl and Elle get pregnant and she loses her baby, and evidently can't have anymore children. There is a short scene where I cried really hard because there is so much sadness in her eyes that reminded me of me and made me say out loud, "I know how you feel." Carl reminded me of King as he showed Elle that he loved her and made her smile again.

So, yeah. My point from the above movie, is that my whole worldview has changed. My daughter's death has transformed me for life. Now, I have a more "UP"ward hope of seeing her again in Heaven.