Oh carby, it's good to see you here! I remember we talked on the phone shortly after Heath had passed, and even back then you were determined not to let it get you down, not to sink into depression... and you also had your new baby to concentrate on. I understand your reasons to stay away, and maybe that's one of the things that helped you get to where you are.
Thinking about Heath doesn't depress me the same way it used to. I used to cry so much... not anymore. And yes, I mostly remember him with a smile, but with it often comes this little stab at my heart. I think about him in gratitude, but it's always mixed with sadness on some level.
I remember that day on the phone like it was yesterday, that's for sure. It's crazy to think that my son was just 7 days old when it happened. He's 2 1/2 now and if I want to let myself get down I just look at him and I see how big he's gotten and realize he's almost a reflection of just how long Heath has been gone, so I try not to let my mind wander to a dark place like that.
I'd be lying if I tried to say that I was quickly able to pull myself out of sadness over Heath, because that absolutely was not true at all. I barely remember most of 2008 because I was so down. The worst part is, I barely remember the first few months of my son's life because of Heath's death, coupled with postpartum depression. It was a mess, an absolute mess.
It took me a little over a year to really start working towards not dwelling on something I can't change. It was right after the Oscars, I believe. Granted, I had a few other things going on in my life that acted as catalysts in getting myself back on my feet again. I am very much a person that learns lessons from everything that happens to me in life. I am a far different person than I was 2 1/2 years ago, but for the better now.
There are still days where I just cannot comprehend what happened, especially days that I see a picture or read something about Matilda. It is completely unfair for her to grow up without Heath in her life and that'll be something that I will never get over. My heart hurts for that little girl every single day. I can't imagine either of my children not having their father in their lives, especially my own daughter, who is only about a month younger than Matilda is. I see first hand the things that Heath is missing out on and it breaks my heart.