January 10th is a hard day for us. More specifically, hard for Mason and I. In 2008, a beautiful, kind amazing nine year old girl was taken from us in a tragic car accident that left us shaken. Every year in the past, Mason has struggled. Sadly, every year I have struggled to help.
I went to college with the intention of helping those in need. I took every psych course, every child development course, and every "self help" course I could find to make sure I could do this effectively. Yet, every year, January rolls around and I feel completely unprepared to deal with Mason's sadness. Every time he tears up, I'm worthless. His grief seems to bring me to my knees. I can't seem to find the right words of consolation, because my tears choke every word.
This year has been a little better. Maybe it's because the snowy roads haven't been around to put a little edge of fear in our hearts. Maybe it's because Mason has grown older and better equipped to deal with loss. Hopefully it's not because he has given up on talking to his mom about this stuff because she's not equipped to deal with his loss.
However, when I am able to choke out the words, I tell Mason how glad I am that he has such wonderful memories of Morgan. That I'm glad he had such an amazing person in his life, even for a short time. And I am glad that he was able to know someone that incorporated everything about these two words....Beautiful Girl.
