Lost

Ariella’s friends are at a Halloween party tonight. Every year her dance company has a Halloween party, sometimes it’s at the dance studio but other times it had been at her dance teacher’s house. The parties at her teacher’s house were parent friendly, not just for the kids. They are elaborate. Lots of good food and fun games, a haunted woods and a campfire. Kids and parents alike have a great time.

This year the party is not just a party, but also a fundraiser for Ari’s Bears. It sounds like a great time with even more games and activities, items for sale, a silent auction, and fireworks to end the night. David and I were supposed to go. We were almost ready to leave the house. But I really did not want to go. So we didn’t.

I feel guilty about not going. After all, this event benefits our foundation. But I have learned over and over that out of necessity a grieving parent is selfish. A grieving parent must put her own needs first. A grieving parent must take care of herself in order to just survive one day to the next. So to protect myself we didn’t go. I would have been happy to see my friends but I do not want to be someplace where Ariella would be, having a great time with her friends, being the loudest one in the room, and just enjoying life. I do not want to see her friends having fun without her. I know they love and miss her but their lives go on. Ariella’s absence does not define their lives like it does mine. Nor should it. But being at the party without her only one thing would be running through my mind the entire night. She should be here. Her absence would be glaring and I just wasn’t up for that. I also wasn’t up for seeing my friends happy and having fun with their children. I don’t begrudge them their happiness but I certainly was not in a party mood. Definitely not up for small talk when all I care about is that Ariella is missing a party for her favorite holiday. I sometimes I feel like the unwanted guest. No one has made me feel that way, but I don’t even want to be around myself. I’m a downer. I have always been quiet and introverted but more so now. I can’t force myself to converse when so often I just don’t care. I know that sounds terrible but all that matters to me anymore is Ariella. Nothing else is important. I also know that I am an uncomfortable reminder of a parent’s worst nightmare. Again, no one has made me feel unwelcome, but I also know I am not the ideal friend anymore. Sometimes I’m up for hanging out but a Halloween party with Ariella’s friends was the last place I wanted to be tonight.

Instead David and I stayed in and I am pretty much doing what I did all day, just laying around without the motivation to even get off the couch. The only difference now is I added a glass of wine. I am not alone and yet feel so lonely. Because no one else can understand. Even those who are in a similar situation. Even David. Just like I can’t fully understand how they are feeling. Because everyone grieves differently. Everyone feels differently. Grieving by nature is a very lonely road and when you feel like your life’s purpose and meaning has been stolen from you there is a lot of uncertainty with how to just live and find new meaning. I just feel so lost.