Tonight we decided to go out to eat. Seeing as we have no food in the house, it seemed like a reasonable solution for dinner. I put on real clothes (as in, pants that are not preceded by the word "yoga" or "pajama") and we headed to a local sandwich place called Isaac's.
We talked throughout dinner and I actually enjoyed eating what I ordered. We even splurged on dessert. And even though the Salted Caramel Vanilla Crunch Cake was everything I hoped it would be and more, we left with slightly heavy hearts.
You see, when you are hurting inside...being out in the world can hurt. Sometimes it hurts a little. Sometimes it hurts a lot.
I remember going out to lunch at a diner only eight days after William died (and was born...I use the words "born" and "died" interchangeably. What word do you use when the events happen at the same time?) We sat there as I pushed the food around my plate. My husband and I just stared off into space, still unable to really find words to fill the immense silence we felt after losing our firstborn.
The woman in the booth behind me was happily talking to her companion about her baby. She was pregnant with a girl and couldn't stop gushing about feeling her kick throughout the day. I wanted to block out her voice, but we were practically sitting back-to-back.
Each of her joyful words wounded me. When she started describing how she and her husband would put their hands on her stomach and squeal with delight when their daughter kicked, I silently started crying. I put my hands over my ears and shook my head back and forth. I wanted to run out of the diner and scream in the middle of the parking lot. I was sure my grief was going to kill me...right then and there.
I've had many moments like that over the past three months. When you feel so heartbroken, you wonder how it's possible that your heart continues to beat at all.
That woman had every right to be joyful. She had every right to talk about her pregnancy to her friend. But it hurts to hear those things after your baby dies. The happiness of others can sometimes magnify your pain.
This doesn't mean that people shouldn't be happy because others are hurting. It's just part of life. Your best day could be someone's worst. Your worst day could be someone's best.
After you've suffered a great loss, you see the world through a lens. A lens of loss. For an undetermined amount of time, there are many things (some expected, some unexpected) that remind you of your loss.
Sometimes looking through the lens of loss gives you compassion. You see the suffering and pain of others in a new way and you feel new levels of empathy.
Sometimes looking through the lens of loss makes you angry. You watch other people have their hopes fulfilled, while your dreams have been shattered.
Sometimes looking through the lens of loss causes you immense pain. You smile back at the pregnant woman in the grocery store, and then you go sit in your car and cry.
As we sat in Isaac's tonight and shared dessert, a large family sat beside us. One of the little boys was seated with his back to me, but soon turned his entire body around to stare at me. He couldn't have been more than one or two years old. He had beautiful big brown eyes. His mom kept trying to distract him to make him turn around, but he wouldn't take those eyes off of me.
In an alternate reality, I would love this. I love children and typically delight in interacting with them. I attempted to smile and wave at him, but my lens of loss makes these familiar responses feel foreign.
His mom smiled at my husband and said, "I think you have some competition! My son can't take his eyes off of her!" We both smiled.
We didn't tell her how we were really feeling. We didn't tell her that our son has just died. We didn't tell her that her son reminded us of what we'll never have with William. How we won't take him to restaurants. How we won't see him grow year after year. How we'll never know the color of his eyes.
Because you don't force others to wear your lens of loss, your lens of grief. They see the world through their own lenses. Perhaps they've already known great pain...perhaps they haven't.
That family in Isaac's seemed to be enjoying a nice evening together. I sincerely hope they were all as happy and healthy as they appeared. And even though our brief encounter reminded us of our loss, I hope it reminded them of what they have.
And, for their sake, I hope they ordered the Salted Caramel Vanilla Crunch cake...because it was truly delicious.