Alter Ego: It’s Mother’s Day today. Your first
Me: Now that’s a new definition of the first Mother’s Day
Alter Ego: It’s the first since his suicide
Me: I just want to die
Alter Ego: Really?
Me: No, not really. I planned the birthday and death anniversary but there so many occasions. I just failed to plan for this one.
Alter Ego: What would you have done?
Me: Planned a surgery that lasted all day
Alter Ego: Well you don’t need surgery
Me: No. I just need the anesthesia
Alter Ego: It’s just one day
Me: I know, I know. … Read more...
Alter Ego: Morning. Time to get up.
Me: I don’t want to.
Alter Ego: You have to get up.
Me: But I’m not ready. I have to face the fact he’s gone when I’m awake.
Alter Ego: Are you going to spend all day in bed? Won’t that totally depress you?
Me: Yeah. It will.
Alter Ego: What are you going to wear on your run?
Me: My legs feel like lead. I don’t want to run.
Alter Ego: You always feel better once you go.
Me: Not always. Somedays my legs feel like lead the whole time. Somedays nothing … Read more...
Alter Ego: A lot of new people at this party
Me: I love meeting new people
Alter Ego: What will you say if they ask how many kids you have?
Me: Maybe I will just mention Richard
Alter Ego: What about Charles?
Me: I don’t know. Just saying I have one sort of makes me feel like I don’t honor his memory
Alter Ego: Saying he died is such a conversation killer
Me: Well I’m not going to say “Hi my name is Anne Moss, I had a child die by suicide”
Alter Ego: Let’s hope not
Me: If it … Read more...
Alter Ego: Are you really going to push that “publish” button and depress everyone?
Me: Well that’s not why I am writing all this.
Alter Ego: Then why?
Me: I am not sure why.
Alter Ego: Then why bring everybody else down? Who wants to read this crap? No one wants to be dragged into your grief about your dead child. Who wants to hear about that? This is your journey not theirs.
Me: They don’t have to read it. It’s not a required reading assignment
Alter Ego: You know people are going to feel forced or obliged to reach … Read more...
My coulda woulda shoulda is that last phone call I had with Charles. Here’s how it goes.
Alter Ego: You missed that last conversation, the one where he texted you, “Please pick up the f@#$%& phone, there is something I need to tell you.”
(my mind usually whines here)
Me: We had already been on the phone for two hours. He was shouting, incoherent and argumentative. I didn’t know where he was. I couldn’t understand him. I said, “I have to go. Bye, bye, I love you.” Then he called again and we talked again.
Alter Ego: But that third phone call, the one that … Read more...