Today my darling Órla I’m writing to tell you I forgive him – your dad
I’ve spent so much of the last 3 years (and probably before that) blaming him for my losing you. Now I know that sounds ridiculous as you died from Cystic Fibrosis and your Autism attributed to its decline so it’s not as if he had anything personally to do with it – right?
Although if I’m being factual here both your dad and I had the gene that carries CF and therefore we are both to blame for giving you that horrible disease.
No I’m not talking factual, I’m talking about the day (or indeed days) your dad promised me he had not been unfaithful and as I didn’t believe him I asked him to swear on your life and he did.
Of course we know now that firstly, he doesn’t believe in God and therefore the swear meant absolutely nothing to him, and secondly, it was one of the first of many lies throughout our marriage. What he did know was how I judged his response on my belief and my faith and him knowing how much I believed.
I suppose I needed someone to blame, someone to feel angry with. It is said that people turn from God at times of grief but for me he was my only link left to you and I needed to stay as close as possible to him if I was ever to see you again – so I turned on your dad.
From the very second the light went out in your eyes I hated him with a passion, I wanted him to have no part in your funeral, I could barely stand to have him in the house. I turned my back on him and didn’t see him again in nearly three years. Years we could of helped each other grieve OR NOT we will never know I never gave him the chance but thankfully I also had family and friends and two lovely therapists to help me get through it.
I now feel it’s time to let go of my anger and to be grateful we both have come out the other side albeit it broken and torn were still here when your not.
It was on your third anniversary that I reached out as I knew no one else in this whole world was feeling as I was during those hours except your dad and I. I missed you so much it physically hurt every bit of me.
It felt good talking about you, remembering you together. You are our precious baby and nobody could love you more than your mom and dad. I felt a great relief as if you were happy with me, and your dad said it helped him too. Maybe one day I’ll be able to meet him again and remember the happy times we had with you. I love you my bubba and continue to miss you every waking moment.
Till we meet again xxxxx