Today is December 4th…to me that is the anniversary of “the second date.” I wish that was good but the tears streaming down my face tells me otherwise.
It’s the second date that comes after the dash, as in 3/13/1993 - 12/4/2006. Those are my daughter’s two dates. I hate that she has a second date.
So what do I do?
Run away.
Marc and I run away to our townhouse in Florida. Against what I’d prefer, Eric convinces me he’d rather stay home with his friends but wants me and Marc to go. Fine, he’s 18 and that’s his choice but I still question if he’s ok. We all handle Jena’s “moving up” day in our own way and Eric assures me he’s fine.
So Marc and I plan our trip to Disney and know Eric will have his friends over the house while we’re away. Our house will morph into Dorm-Cassalina, Doritos will be eaten for breakfast which I am sure will be around noon and I doubt the house will look or smell like I left it. So be it.
We land in Orlando airport, rent a convertible and are at our townhouse by lunch. I check our closet for “staples” and sure enough they’re right where we left them…
I pour a glass of wine and the memories of being here flood my mind.
We bought the townhouse over 6 years ago when we realized that Jena’s lungs couldn’t handle the harsh NY winters.
Rather than being stuck inside watching life from their window, I would take the kids down here right after New Year’s Day and stay until Easter. Here they could ride their bikes, swim, and we’d make our way over to Disney just about every day. As parents we were determined to give our kids every opportunity to enjoy life despite the obstacles CF created.
As I sit here basking in the sunshine with my feet dangling in the pool...
...I think of all the great memories and can totally see why Jena called this her favorite place on earth. Now I know why we came here for the second date.
A little blonde haired girl just ran by me and jumped in the pool with her daddy. Tears start to roll as I smile at the joy I recognize in their faces. What I am realizing is that I can’t run away from the pain and grief. I am slowly accepting it will always follow me. I guess I am also learning that memories are precious, that Jena is with me always, and that smiles and tears are ok.
Second dates suck but the dash makes it all worth while.
Make your dash count.
It’s the second date that comes after the dash, as in 3/13/1993 - 12/4/2006. Those are my daughter’s two dates. I hate that she has a second date.
So what do I do?
Run away.
Marc and I run away to our townhouse in Florida. Against what I’d prefer, Eric convinces me he’d rather stay home with his friends but wants me and Marc to go. Fine, he’s 18 and that’s his choice but I still question if he’s ok. We all handle Jena’s “moving up” day in our own way and Eric assures me he’s fine.
So Marc and I plan our trip to Disney and know Eric will have his friends over the house while we’re away. Our house will morph into Dorm-Cassalina, Doritos will be eaten for breakfast which I am sure will be around noon and I doubt the house will look or smell like I left it. So be it.
We land in Orlando airport, rent a convertible and are at our townhouse by lunch. I check our closet for “staples” and sure enough they’re right where we left them…
I pour a glass of wine and the memories of being here flood my mind.
We bought the townhouse over 6 years ago when we realized that Jena’s lungs couldn’t handle the harsh NY winters.
Rather than being stuck inside watching life from their window, I would take the kids down here right after New Year’s Day and stay until Easter. Here they could ride their bikes, swim, and we’d make our way over to Disney just about every day. As parents we were determined to give our kids every opportunity to enjoy life despite the obstacles CF created.
As I sit here basking in the sunshine with my feet dangling in the pool...
...I think of all the great memories and can totally see why Jena called this her favorite place on earth. Now I know why we came here for the second date.
A little blonde haired girl just ran by me and jumped in the pool with her daddy. Tears start to roll as I smile at the joy I recognize in their faces. What I am realizing is that I can’t run away from the pain and grief. I am slowly accepting it will always follow me. I guess I am also learning that memories are precious, that Jena is with me always, and that smiles and tears are ok.
Second dates suck but the dash makes it all worth while.
Make your dash count.
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That was very powerful. I had chills reading it. Jena was a very strong girl. Jena is missed by everyone, yet she is not far...she is with you everyday one way or another. If there is anything we can do, we are here:)
ReplyDeleteThat was a very powerful message. You and your family have touched many hearts with your journey. Jena was so strong and will be missed by everyone. Just remember that she is not far...she is with you everyday. We all love you. If there is anything we can do, we are here for you :)
ReplyDeleteThe dash is what its all about! You and Marc gave your children life AND taught them to LIVE IT despite any obstacles! Jena had a beautiful way of teaching her friends the same! Im sure knowing you and Marc are in her "favorite place on earth" and Eric is turning your house into a 'Disneyland' of its own is making her spirit smile ! ~Margie
ReplyDeleteWow...very powerful! Yes, I had chill bumps and I did cry as well. You are so amazing, Margarete! I hope that I can be half the mother of a CF child that you have been! You are an inspiration to me. I love following your blog...it's what gets me thru the rough days!!:)
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