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- Jacqui Dunsterцитирует3 года назад
instead of just wishing the suffering would end, that I found a way to move forward. For me, that meant taking Liam forward with me, too. He’s not here physically, but that doesn’t mean I can’t share my life with him.” She smiled more fully then, even as she blinked away a few tears. “I guess you could say he’s like my guardian angel. I want him to be watching over me and feel happy to see what I’m doing, how I’m living my life. I work hard to be the person, the mom, the whatever, he’d want me to be. Maybe that’s nuts, or weird, but I also gave up caring about what my choices looked like to anyone else. If I’m finding a way to live a life that feels good, honest, and positive, then that seems like a healthy outlook to me. It’s a livable one, at any rate. And I’ll take that.” - Jacqui Dunsterцитирует3 года назадbegan making those memories about him, not about me. I told myself it wasn’t fair to remember him and be sad.” She smiled. “He was a great kid, flaws and all. He deserved to be remembered happily, joyfully. He’d want to bring me joy, not pain. That should be his legacy, you know?”
Will nodded, and his gaze stayed on hers then, as if he was holding on.
“Once I started to think about it that way . . . well, I won’t say I began to heal, because there is no healing. Not really. You can’t expect to get over it. Nor did I want to. I don’t want to forget Liam, or never think about him. This is who I am now, this is my life now. So I had to find a way to live life and keep him in it, but in a way that was good and positive. It was when I started to figure that out, - Jacqui Dunsterцитирует3 года назадSometimes it still overwhelms me. You saw that up close and personal. But most of the time, I can look at things through his eyes. Remember how much joy he took, like in the example I just gave. Instead of seeing through my sad, grieving lens, I started looking at life through his. How much joy he’d taken in swinging on those swings, sliding down that slide. And I’d hug that joy so tight. Revel in his joy, his laughter, remember all the good and wonderful things he was. Honoring that, honoring who he was, instead of honoring my grief, my loss.”
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