My Fate is Sealed

Today was Yom Kippur. The holiest day of the year in Judaism. A day of atonement. The day our fates are sealed for the following year. It is a day of fasting and a day of prayer. While I was never religious growing up I have fasted on Yom Kippur every year since my Bat Mitzah, and gone to synagogue every year since high school (my family wasn’t observant but Judaism has always been important to me). This year I did neither (well David and I did go to a remembrance ceremony at temple but it wasn’t a service, more on that to come). What is the point? I have prayed and fasted and been a good person and for what? For my life to be destroyed. For my heart to be shattered. My fate was sealed the second Ariella took her last breath. Destined to live the rest of my life in pain and sadness. I am living through the unbearable, the worst nightmare a parent could go through. Whatever fate has in store for me, it cannot be worse than my current hell.

Not only did I not fast and not go to services, I actually went to work today. And I feel like I should feel guilty about that, but I don’t. None of it means anything anymore. I find no comfort in it, only anger. I mentioned a ceremony earlier. Later in the day the rabbi had a ceremony prior to the remembrance service. The remembrance service is in memory of all who have died but the ceremony prior was for those who have lost someone in the past year. We each lit a yahrzeit candle (a candle lit in memory of the dead) and said who we were there for and shared a little bit about them. Most people there with the exception of one other family, were older, with the death of their loved ones as part of the natural order. They felt their losses deeply, their grief was apparent, and yet they were still shocked and saddened when they heard our story, and went out of their way to give us hugs and their condolences. I wish I could say I returned their sentiments but I was so distraught after talking about Ariella that I just couldn’t care about anyone’s loss but our own. It was just so wrong, to be standing there among an older crowd of people who were sharing losses of spouses, parents and grandparents who lived a full life, and us sharing the loss of our 11 year old daughter. I am not sure what I was hoping to find from the ceremony. Maybe some comfort, being able to be in a room and cry with others. Sharing Ariella some more, remembering her. But all it did was reaffirm the unfairness of it all.

Today also marks 5 months without Ariella. All of her favorites are approaching. Halloween, Thanksgiving, Chanukah. I wish I could go to sleep and wake up after the new year. Well really I wish I could go to sleep and just not wake up. I just can’t do this. I don’t think I can do this. I don’t want to do this.