Since Joshua died, every time I've posted to this thread it has been because my heart was breaking all over again... a memory had stirred, a recalled moment in time that made me feel as though I were falling apart, my world crumbling at my feet again, my self coming apart at the seams.
This is
not one of those times, surprisingly. I'm currently taking a break from packing all of my worldly possessions as I'm moving tomorrow, off to greener pastures (even if they are frozen ones), going from one hellish state (NJ) to another (OH). But, on the upside, I
do get to spend all my time with Sir Love Bandit and his lovely wife
Ok, ok so I'm not posting here in desperation or angst... so why AM I posting here? Because something just happened that made me laugh, in a bittersweet way, and I wanted to share that moment with those of you who show so much concern and care for me.
A bit of background: Joshua and I moved from Florida to Atlanta in March of 2002. Because we were staying with his family, about 90% of our belongings remained in boxes during our stay there, and those same boxes remained untouched during my stay here in New Jersey.
Well tonight I decided to repack those old boxes, to make them easier to handle and pack them more efficiently, seeing as how Josh did most of the packing the first time around, in Florida. What I discovered a few moments ago made me realize just how well taken care of that boy was... and what happened when he was left to his own devices. You see... I just opened up our microwave only to find a package of English Muffins stuffed inside.
ONE YEAR OLD English Muffins. They look like some poor kids science project that went horribly, horribly wrong. This made me laugh... it was so like Josh to put things in the oddest places... he'd often times lose the TV remote only to find it in a cupboard or even in the refrigerator... *shakes head*
I thought repacking these boxes would be unbearable, as they are bringing back SO many memories of the life he and I shared. And yet, for some reason, I keep finding reasons to smile rather than cry. It's not just the moldy muffins either... it's finding again the things we picked out together when we got our own place... it's finding the cassette player we used while packing that first time in Florida with the cassette still inside, and listening to it while I pack again.
Does this mean I'm "moving on" - and I don't mean just to a different state - I dunno. But it's something that I've needed. This is the first time since he died that I've allowed myself to go through his things... I didn't think I could bear it, and yet here I am, laughing at the memory of his goofiness...
My last post to this thread was a desperate plea for help and guidance from him. I never expected to recieve a thing... yet here I am. Wonders never cease.
E-girl
he'll hear you melissa
...I think you just might be right about that.
Thank you... all of you. It is so much easier to type while smiling than while brushing away tears.
Melissa