The it’s a given promise

Ro baby. Has it really been almost a week since I’ve written to you? How is that possible? I guess that explains all the anxiety that I have had. Well that, along with the 10 other things that are causing it with the number one reason being your death. I have no freaking clue what I’ve been doing. I’ll try to remember, but the events mentioned may be out-of-order. Pretty sure you won’t mind though.

I’ve been busy. So freaking busy. Between taking care of your brothers and running your foundation, I am left at the end of the day with my head spinning. I feel like I have so many balls juggling in the air. I’m trying to prioritize them. Your brothers come first of course, but it doesn’t take much to keep them happy. They have a good life and they know it. I’ve been giving them anything and everything that I have left which is all I can do. I get out of bed every single day. I tend to what they need. I love them. It’s simple really. They thrive off of love and security. They have that even with the death of you. It’s wrong but it’s so right. It’s the way it has to be and it’s what they deserve. They deserve the happiness that they feel. It’s all I want for them. I wish I could say it helps with my pain, but it does not. I think I’m realizing, nothing will ever help with this pain, Ronan. It will always just be this way. I will forever feel like I am sinking in quicksand and I will constantly feel like I am fighting against it for my survival. Nobody should have to be this fucking strong. Nobody.

I’ve been writing a lot, but writing to others. Trying to get shit done, yo! I’ve been helping my friend, Tanya, redo your foundation website. It looks amazing and she has worked so hard on it. You know how picky I am so we are in the process of going over everything with a fine tooth comb. Tanya has taken my vision and ideas and made them a reality. Everything about your new website is so beautiful. She knows how important it is to me to keep the “Ro,” in all of this. She’s let me come to her with these ideas and she’s made them happen. She has put so many hours into this project and she has done it all out of the kindness of her heart. I am so thankful for her. Just another one of those beautiful things to come out of all of this sadness. Beautiful people exist more than ever. I know you are putting them everywhere in my life to help me survive this. It’s your way of taking care of me. Thanks, babydoll.

I’ve been crying a lot I think. Crying at the most random times. I’ve been sleeping at night still without the help of Ambien. Sleeping and dreaming of everyone, but you. It’s not fair. I miss your face so much. I always think of you at night, before I go to sleep. You would think this would help me dream about you. It does not. I wake up sad, searching for you in my dreams since seeing you in real life, is not a reality. Seeing you in my dreams is what I beg for now. I can’t believe it is so difficult due to the fact that you are all I seem to think about.

I’ve been running a lot and not eating again. My appetite is back to nothing. I pick at all of my food. It all tastes blah and if I do eat anything, it comes back up. Your daddy took me for a nice dinner the other night. We rode our bikes to the restaurant. On our way home the little voices inside of my head, took over. They whispered things in my ear like,”What in the fuck are you doing, riding a bike? Your baby is dead. You are not allowed to go outside, with your husband, and ride a bike. You are a bad mom. You are betraying Ronan. You are not allowed to ride a bike which in turn, makes your feel somewhat normal. You are not normal anymore. Ronan would be so mad at you if he knew what you were doing.” I had to work really, really hard to get the voices to shut up. I wish I could tell you that I didn’t believe anything that they said. But I believed everything. I threw up when I got home. I threw up and passed out cold and slept for a solid 5 hours, woke up at the same time I do, every night. 3:27 a.m. Right around the time you passed away. I wonder what this means. I wonder if this is your way of screaming and crying for me and there is nothing I can do, to get to you. I think it is your way of trying to communicate with me, but I don’t know what it is you are trying to say. I’m so sorry. I wish I knew.

I saw Dr. JoRo yesterday. It was a pretty long session as I guess I have a lot going on. At one point I looked at her and said, “And is my fucking memory ever going to come back?! Seriously, Jo. It’s fucking with my life! I cannot even remember what I do during the day!” She told me it may never be the same again. She explained why, but now I cannot remember to tell you. It has to do with the trauma and loss of you. It’s beyond frustrating to me and leaves me feeling so vulnerable and lost. I feel like a little girl who is lost in the middle of the forest and will never find her way home again. I’ll just be lost forever I guess. I am hoping you can throw me a map every now and again. If I don’t get to live at home anymore, can’t I at least go and visit once in a while? That would be nice.

I had dinner with our Mr. Sparkly Eyes. I forced myself to eat as it had been a couple of days. I picked at the food in front of me, but managed to get some of it down my throat. He said he was glad for that. During our dinner where he actually didn’t eat, but watched me eat instead; I looked up at him with the question I’ve been sitting with for a while now.

“I need you to promise me something,” I said in my strongest I’m not going to cry while I ask you this voice.

“Alright. What is it?” he asked.

“I need you to promise me that if you get to wherever it is that you go to, after here, before I do… that you will take care of him. That you will watch over him and keep him safe. I need you to promise me that.”

“Of course I will take care of him. I’ll always take care of him for you. I’ll take care of him and look after him while we wait for you to join us. You didn’t even have to ask that. I would be honored.” he said with that look in his eyes that makes me know if that time comes, and if it is before me, or your daddy can get to you… you will finally be safe.

“Promise me again,” I said.

And he did. I know I didn’t even have to ask this question as it is a given due to how much he loves you, but I still needed to hear the answer out loud. It gives me a feeling of peace that I so desperately need and never get to feel. I even managed to keep my food down after dinner. Good job me. Thank you, Ro, for him.

I think I’m all over the place tonight, blabbing away. I have too many things to say and tell you. This is what happens when I go too long without writing to you and I don’t like it at all. All of my thoughts are all jumbled about. I need to sleep now. It’s late and your Gary is laying right next to me, looking cuddly and warm. Oh, how I wish it were you instead. I still think this is all a very sick, very cruel joke. I’m still waiting to wake up from this never-ending freaking nightmare.

I miss you. I love you. I hope you are safe. Sweet dreams babydoll. I’m so sorry we have to be apart. It shouldn’t be this way. I’ll keep fighting for you though. I promise. We can do this; together. We can do anything, Ro. I believe in us. I believe in you.


9 responses to “The it’s a given promise”

  1. We will all take care of Ronan and you. I’m glad you are letting people help you because I don’t think you realize how much you are helping other people – to take a friggin breath and focus on what matters in life. Take care of you. I’m sorry you have to be sad – it fucking sucks.

  2. I’m so sorry for everything you’ve been through.

    I have a friend whose little boy is very, very sick with an inoperable brain tumor, and it’s just all so very wrong. After two rounds of chemo, they’ve been at Disney World this week (rescheduled from when he was first diagnosed) and for a few days they got to be a normal family again, until his symptoms came back with a vengeance. She said it best when she posted on FB, “this wasn’t supposed to happen.” None of this should happen. Ever. Thank you for bringing awareness to these horrible illnesses.

  3. Even though you don’t know most of us personally, you have a whole army out here that will take care of Ronan for you until you get there.

  4. Yay! You found Gary!! 🙂 Great post! Oh and how many people are running the FUCancer FB Page – I’m getting dizzy when you answer each other under the same FUCancer name!! LOL

    Zombies rule! We love you RoMama!! Can’t wait to see the exciting things you have up your zombie sleeve AND definitely can’t wait till we can get some bracelets!!!

  5. Today I learned about electricity in Physics class. There’s a symbol called rho that basically signifies the strength of an electric current. As soon as I heard it, I thought of Ronan. I no longer cared about what was going on in my stupid high school class because his bright blue eyes were in my mind. You always say how hot & spicy he is and I smiled at how suiting it was that rho involves heat. The power of rho in physics may be just the strength of the electric current to make something light up, but the power of RO in life is the strength to change the world. I know that the love you have for each other is stronger and brighter than any stupid lightbulb. I feel really nerdy and I’m not sure if anything I wrote even makes any sense, haha. Anyways, I hope you have a decent weekend and that maybe you’ll get some rain since you love that. I also hope that Ronan takes a little field trip to visit you in your dreams. Take care, I’m thinking about you and I believe in you guys!

  6. Maya,
    Many of us wake at the time our loved one died, even the old ones. Ro has to be okay and not screaming and crying, rather he watches over you. I understsnd the desparation of wanting a dead child to be in ones dreams…have tried the same thing with little success.keep on keeping on with your current plan, working with your great doc, doting on the twin and Woody, AND the Foundation work. Have been reading you since last April. No, you will never get used to or heal from your loss, but step by step, you are coming back to life.

  7. Please don’t feel guilty for LIVING. Ronan knows you miss him terribly and he would never be mad that you were out riding bikes. He would be mad if you stopped living. Of course you are incredibly sad and need to cry. I truly believe that one of the best ways you can honor his life is to continue to live yours. Do all the things that he can not do now. Don’t listen to the evil voices – only listen to RO.

    Thinking of you always!

  8. Thinking of you and Rockstar Ro!!! Always Ro!

  9. Been thinking about you all day. Much love to the Thompson family. ❤

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