|The angel that sits on Sebastion's grave|
Today is bittersweet.
A local news station came to our house to do an interview about babyloss and promoting the faces of loss, faces of hope website. I managed to make it through the entire interview (I have no clue how) without crying. It is a bit unreal to me that I just told the entire cental ohio area a brief version of Sebastion's story with out showing my true emotions... I am crying as a type this. Perhaps it was some sort of out of body experience, or better yet, I had an angel sitting on my shoulder telling me to be strong. I love you Sebastion. I wish everyday that I could hold you in my arms, instead of (as well as) my heart.
I had a friend tell me the other day that she thought I was a very strong person, and then she followed that statement with the remark that another of our friends was worried about me... that I was putting up a front, and that I wasn't as strong as I appeared. To which my response was... she is a very smart girl. I'm not ok. I probably never will be... but as said friend stated... "fake it till you make it".
I can only hope that by telling our story on the local news, and promoting Faces, that perhaps I can help another mommy that is in pain try to cope. I have 'met' some amazing women through the site, whom I may never actually meet face to face, but we share a very special bond, and they have impacted my life in just a few short weeks. I now belong to a group that is full of love, hope, and kindness. Sisters untited in tragedy.
|visiting Sebastion's graveside|