Author: Kat

I was at a Memorial Day BBQ this weekend and found myself with other parents who both have children the same age as Rachel was (should be). All of our children should be starting their senior year and living through all of the milestones that this year of life has to offer. College tours, homecoming, prom, senior pics, graduation.  The other parents knew that my daughter had recently died and yet they found it fitting to complain about having to pay for senior pics, cap and gown fees. Money, from what I can gather, is not an issue. Parents just complaining about the added expenses of their children, their healthy children, moving to the next stage in life.

I burst into tears, behind my sunglasses and looked away, toward the field we were sitting next to.  Wishing I had my daughter back, healthy.  Knowing she’s not coming back, wishing the ground would swallow me whole.

If you know someone who should have a child around the same age as yours, please try and be careful with them. We’re sore.  Sensitive. Broken hearted. We’d do anything to not be wearing the shoes of a grieving parent. Well, anything except trade with you because we don’t want you to know how bad this feels.

Tomorrow night will mark seven weeks since my oldest child died. This has been a hard seven weeks, and even longer eight years of her disease taking over, slowly killing her. The kids and I are doing alright, some days are better than others. I find that it is hitting Boston the hardest but he has always been sensitive like that. I love them all so much.

An unfortunate and unexpected side effect of such a tremendous and profound loss of my daughter has been involuntary urination in my sleep. I have urinated in my sleep three times since she died. Last night was, by far, the worst. I was soaked. I don’t know what is causing it. I am totally sober, getting in plenty of water and nutritious foods and walking several thousand steps every day for my health. This catastrophe happened three hours after I went to bed, and I went to the bathroom right before I went to bed.

So fucking embarrassing. I decided to blog about it because I figured there is somebody else out there who is going through something really hard and maybe, just maybe they’ll Google search this and find me. And know that they are not alone.

Unfortunately, I pretty much want to sleep on the lawn until this goes away.  I don’t know what the deal is, I’m not having tangible nightmares most nights. I do take a pill to sleep but that is totally normal for a mom who has just  lost a child.

And now, because I feel like Susie bedwetter, I can’t look my boyfriend in the eyes. FML.

This is not better than a grief group. Although my group says this is normal. 

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Rachel's Birthday

Tomorrow would be Rachel’s 17th birthday if she were alive.  It is going to be a really hard day for me.  I’ve posted an event on facebook asking folks to do something special for her birthday.  Try veganism, eat a cake, donate to a food pantry or animal shelter.  Something.  Here is a link to the event on facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/events/116765288898308

I knew she was going to die but it never really sunk in until she did.

Life is so short.

My kids are tasked with blogging several times a month in order to work on their writing skills.  They have a lot of unanswered blogs, probably about topics that don’t always interest you (or me haha, kidding, yes, kidding)…. Some of the things they write about I know nothing about.  But, they still take the time to write them, mainly because I make them, so I am going to make sure each one is read with a meaningful comment.  I have gotten behind in the last couple of months. No Mom is perfect…

Can you take the time to read a blog or two and post an encouraging comment?

It would mean the world to me.

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Since she died and even before, Tuesdays are my hardest day of the week.  It is the one day of the week that the triplets are in their homeschooling enrichment program.  A day that I am without children to keep me distracted.  Today was pretty hard, I have been feeling pretty terrible since Rachel died and I forced myself to take a 3-mile walk to distract myself during what I will call “lunch”.

I only started to feel better after the kids came home.

I’m pushing through.  Next week is their last Tuesday at school before the summer. Todd and I are taking them sandwiches and will be joining the school’s “last day” picnic. I can’t believe next week will mean they head into 5th, 6th, and 8th grade.  It’s crazy how time flies. Rachel, if not for Batten Disease, would be going into her senior year next year.  Is that even possible?

Rachel, if not for Batten Disease, would be going into her senior year next year.  Is that even possible?

Is that even possible?

Still waiting on the necklaces to arrive via UPS.

As a distraction, my mind has been thinking of tiny houses and yurts. I love the yurt pictured at the top of this post.

It’s easier said than done.  Having your child die.

For years I could speak about having a terminally ill child quite easily as I had clearly removed myself from what that really meant.  I sit here next to a box of ashes that holds the true meaning of “terminally ill” and I am frozen.

After she was diagnosed with Juvenile Batten Disease I set out on many road trips to take her and my other 3 kids places, while we could.  Making the most of life, making loads of awesome memories.  On every road trip, as the kids were listening to books on tapes or watching a movie, my mind would always wander and I would think long and hard about what I wanted to do to celebrate her life when the time came.

My rule, without question, was to spread her ashes within 48 hours.

I have had her ashes for a week.

They sit next to me while I work, sit in my lap while I stare at the wall from the couch and they either lay next to me in bed or on the table next to where I sleep.

48 hours is long since gone and I can’t seem to part with her.  I’m a very pragmatic person but I guess the Mum in me has beat out the pragmatic side of me because I still can’t bring myself to let her ashes go.  I have gone on amazon and looked at urn necklaces and have purchased two of them.  They’re quite inexpensive, in comparison to how much an urn costs at a funeral home.  I think Julie would like one also and I think she is old enough to carry it around with her, emotionally.  She has had to live through this right along side me.

Here are the two necklaces that I have found and purchased so far (pics from amazon.com):

Tree of Life

(I think Julie will like this one):

Butterfly

I like this one.  When she was definitely dying I told her many times that it was ok to fly away like a butterfly. My friend, Anna, was right there with me and has a new butterfly tattoo in Rachel’s memory.  If this butterfly necklace does not suck I will get one for Anna also.  Friends like her don’t come around very often.

Well.  What do you think?

It’s crazy.  A positive pregnancy test turns into an ultrasound with a fetus.  Soon followed by kicks then a screaming baby.  Hopes and dreams for the future.  Milestones met.  First words, walking, running.  Getting into everything.

Difficult times in school.  ADD. Autism.  Encopresis.

Blindness

Batten Disease

Every possible hope and dream. My child.  Erased.  Literally turned into ashes.

No matter how many years you have to prepare, you’ll never be ready to say goodbye to your child. She deserved a better, real, life. I tried to make the most out of the life she had. She was my #1 pain in the ass and the feeling of emptiness she has left in our lives is greater than I could have imagined. As we move forward the kids and I have to try and find ways to fill in the void a little at a time.

Thank you to everyone who has supported me, Rachel and my children through this. It definitely takes a village to live through some of the shit that life puts out.

I booked a handicap accessible house in MOAB a few months ago and tomorrow we leave, without her. It feels wrong to go on holiday but it’s non-refundable and the condo has a pool. Swimming and sun will be good for the kids, getting out of this house will be good for me. 🙁

Apparently, death is a big business, I kind of already knew this as my sister in law died when Rachel was only a few months old.  Rachel’s body will be cremated on the 19th and her ashes ready a week after.  I’m not sure what the kids and I want to do to celebrate her life.  Maybe something just us, maybe go back to Hull. It is a pretty emotional time.  To be honest I went to get the mail today and found a condolences card.  I thought to myself about those t-shirts you can buy for your friends on vacation that say something like “My Mum went to London and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.”  That turned into my kid just died and all I got was a card.  I just want my kid back.  Healthy. The loss is barely just touching me, I can’t process that she has died and probably won’t be able to until after I have her ashes back.

The loss is barely just touching me, I can’t process that she has died and probably won’t be able to until after I have her ashes back.  We have had a vacation to Moab, Utah planned for several months now and we leave on the 22nd.  If I could get the money back (VRBO), I probably would.  It doesn’t feel like the right time to be on a vacation and I am not looking forward to it.  I kind of just want to stay on the couch for forever.

When we get home it will be May and Rachel’s birthday was May 18th.  My friend started a memorial fund for Rachel through Go Fund Me.  I think, once the kids are really ready to talk about it, we’ll do something on her birthday.  I just have to figure out WHAT. I think the WHEN is her birthday.

This still doesn’t feel real.

People say “passed on” or “passed” or “gone to heaven.”  I don’t know where she is now, I don’t think we get that information in this life. Hopefully she is somewhere and sighted and walking and healthy.

She passed away at 11:03pm on Saturday, April 8th.  In my arms, her hand held by my friend Anna.

I feel tremendous relief for Rachel from this disease and relief for myself and her brothers and sister.  Batten Disease is no way to live and I stuck with my choices of DNR and no feeding tube without any hesitation or regrets.

I’ll miss you.  She was my personal pain in the ass and I loved the shit out of her even when we drove each other nuts (she was 16, after all).

<3

London and Boston, age 10.

It is definitely my favorite time of year, when both of my boys are the same age.  It lasts 10 days every year and I nearly forgot to take a picture of it.  Here are the boys, age 10…. <3

I like the seeds we planted.  I like the broccoli and carrots. My favorite thing was getting nachos on Wednesdays with Ms. Diana. My favorite classes are library and art. I like painting in art.  We have fun in school.

Yesterday was quite the day for me. Emotional, happy, sad. My youngest child, my second son, turned 10. It’s my favorite time of year because it starts ten full days of both my boys being the same age. Irish twins…

I signed my divorce papers and my divorce has been filed, again, finally. This time should be successful and in 92 days I should officially, legally be Kat Wasabi.  This divorce has been several years in the works, in the beginning I wanted to keep it together for the kids and realized how stupid that is. So fucking stupid.

Rachel started 10th grade this week and is having a great time. She has a new teacher named Ms. Nicole and 3 bus drivers and aids! She is doing great and enjoying being back to school and I am having a bit of a break and Rachel having a break from me.

Her walking is quite impossible, watching her fall apart has been killing me.  It’s emotionally hard, physically hard on me and on Rachel but her appetite is great and is enjoying her movies and iCarly.

She is dying to meet Miranda Cosgrove and Jimmy Fallon.  Any suggestions for making this happen would be great!

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