March was always my favorite month. Our wedding anniversary, Brooke’s birthday, my birthday, Brooke’s big Dance Company Showcase, Little League Opening Day, St. Patrick’s Day, Spring Break… Easter. So many things to celebrate. But this year, March was more like rubbing salt in our open wounds. Over. and over. And over again.
I grew up in the Northeast, and everyone always said that March came in like a lion, yet out like a lamb as the weather got warmer and better. Now that we’re in Southern California, it usually gets colder in spring right before June Gloom sets in. I have to say, I’m actually looking forward to it. A little wind, a little cold. Maybe even a little fog and a fire to fit my mood.
As the days stretch on endlessly without Brooke, it gets harder instead of easier. I can no longer ignore that voice inside my head. It’s getting louder and louder as denial and shock are gradually becoming replaced with reality. That voice taunts me. It haunts me. Until I have no choice but to acknowledge it.. “She’s never coming back. Ever.”
So if you see me crying after dropping off Blake at school, or hiding behind my sunglasses at a baseball game… be gentle. The lion of March has kicked my butt. And, once we get back from Spring Break, there’s our fundraiser community service in Brooke’s honor… The Beach Cleanup.
If this were a Lifetime movie, it would be heart-rendering. But it’ s not Lifetime. It’s Life.
There is no heart-rendering musical score, there are no slow motion moments of friends and family together on a beautiful, perfectly lit beach. It’s cold, hard reality. She’s gone. And I will never know why.
So we push forward. We honor her Spirit. We do the very best we can.Because Brooke expects us to. Because Brooke deserves a strong family and the wonderful support network for which we remain eternally grateful. But it’s the hardest thing in the Whole World. So be gentle with us. Be kind. Be understanding. Because Brooke is gone. Because Brooke will be missed forever and ever. And we still just don’t understand why, and we’re still figuring out life without our beautiful girl.
2 thoughts on “Out Like A Lion”
That’s a lot of “firsts” in one month.. We have been thinking of you and sending you love every step of the way.
I went to school with Brooke. I didn’t know her that well. I doubt she knew me. All I knew was she was the nicest person in the world. But when I saw my friend text me and say, “Where purple tomorrow. Brooke passed.” I cried for an hour. A few days ago, I got my purple bracelet that says “Because Brooke” and I haven’t taken it off since. When I do, it will never be further than 100 feet away. Everybody at PVIS sends Brooke lots of love. Brooke also inspired me. I’m going to change the world. Because Brooke isn’t coming back.