I sometimes suspect that people hold back from talking to me about Ben – I guess because they’re worried it’ll cause me pain. The truth is, it doesn’t – I love talking about him. I did when he was alive, and still do now.
Partly it’s that pride and kind of thrill you get talking about someone you love (or loved) – I still have that! And partly it’s because it comes easily to me to talk about feelings – call me an egomaniac but I quite like talking about myself and how I’m feeling.
I can’t account for why it doesn’t pain me – you’d think it would wouldn’t you? I think about that all the time and feel ashamed about it – though I know that’s irrational. I’m getting used to it gradually and accepting that that’s just who I am. The most important thing is the pride and love I still feel.
My wonderful mum in law read some words at the funeral that I think about a lot. They resonate very strongly with us both…
The Mention of His Name
The mention of my child’s name
May bring tears to my eyes
But it never fails to bring
Music to my ears.
If you are really my friend
Let me hear the beautiful music of his name.
It soothes my broken heart
And sings to my soul.
November 10, 2014 at 2:02 pm
Very touching, Sally. I know when my brother died. I wanted to talk about him too. It’s about sharing memories and keeping his memory alive. It also seems to me that it’s about knowing that you’re not the only one who misses him. It helps to process what you’re going through too. So, good that you’ve blogged this too as now your friends will know it’s ok to talk too!
November 10, 2014 at 9:56 pm
Thank you Amanda. X
November 16, 2014 at 11:49 pm
Yes I really hope so Amanda. Seems so right to just TALK TALK TALK about him! X