It hurts so bad. Maybe the days leading up to it more than the actual day itself.
The signs go up. The Facebook posts start going up. Everyone is celebrating when we can hardly breathe.
We think we make ourselves clear to others about THAT day, but they run right around those requests and we are stuck in a sea of celebrating everyone’s wholeness while we stand there bleeding from our missing appendage. We are forced to paint on a smile and walk through the day as if a part of us is not gone forever.
Our initial reaction is to scream at them to STOP.