I recently realized that I don't sing in the car anymore. It used to be that whenever I was in the car by myself I would sing my heart out. If I was mad, belting out a song helped me feel better. If I was nervous, singing would help me relax. If I was happy, it made me happier.
I am by no means a good singer. In fact, I suck.
I still enjoyed singing in the car.
But I don't sing anymore. Not since I lost my baby.
Tomorrow, on my way to work, I'm turning up the radio and singing my little heart out!
I started this blog in 2008 after the stillbirth of my daughter. Now it's not just about loss, but about life.
5 comments:
I too posted about this awhile ago. It was like the music in me died with my son. It's funny how our child's deaths affect every avenue of joy we've previously travelled down. I miss the music in my life too. Hope you find yours again, even if it feels fake for awhile. Hugs
Isn't it weird realizing some of the things that have changed with our grief? I wouldn't listen to a "happy song" for weeks after we lost Bryson. I hope that your ride to work tomorrow is amazing!
I used to sing too. In the car and in the house and badly. I don't sing anymore either...
I hope you find the perfect song to belt out :)
I'm so sorry for your loss. I once came close to killing myself almost two years ago, so i thought this as an eery coincidence. I really hope you can remember this other Brenna fondly, instead of memories plagued and infected with grief like i almost did to my family. I'm sorry, I hope you find a song to sing again.
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