Wednesday night was the annual kids Halloween party at my job. This is the second time I've helped set up this event. Last year, I waited until the party started to leave, only to discover that I couldn't handle being present as the children came in. This year, I planned to leave about 15 minutes before the party started.
About 30 minutes before 'go time', one of my co-workers came in with his daughter, who is just older than Catelyn would be. The little girl commented on liking the witch in our lobby, but she didn't want to touch it. She said, "I'm not scared, I know it's not real". This got me to wondering what Catelyn would say. I had to take a moment and re-compose myself, as the pain was creeping in. A few minutes passed, and I was close to wrapping up my last duties for the day, when in walked a man with two small children. Initially, they had to walk out of the building, as the children were frightened, but in no time, they were back. I watched the dad explaining to his children, a daughter & a son, what each item was, so they wouldn't be fearful. The daughter was younger, and didn't seem affected, but the boy was concerned with the moving and talking creatures: a witch, broom, spellbook, cauldron, etc.
The father explained that the children were Monster's, Inc. characters. The boy was Mike Wazowski, and the girl was Boo, dressed as a monster. They were absolutely darling. I actu
As the dad continued to point out different things, I heard him ask, "What's that?" Immediately, my heart sank and I scurried to punch out and leave.
"What's that" was Catelyn's first two word combination. She asked it all of the time.
As I bolted out the front door of my job, I tried to prevent the tears from starting. By the time I started my car, I was crying in hysterics.
All I could think was, "It's not fair".
I started to drive, and continued to bawl and bawl.
I've had these out of control crying spells before, but it's been a while. I called my mom, and she encouraged me to pull over. I told her it's not fair, and she said she knew. She reminded me that when I hear things that Catelyn said, or see things that remind me of her, it's Catelyn's way of reaching out to me. I fully believe that, too, but sometimes it's so devastatingly hard to receive those messages.
I told my mom that I didn't expect it to be this hard still, and she replied, "Nobody said it was easy."
How true. Everyday I make progress towards hurting less, no, not less, just differently. The pain is still present, and it always will be. It doesn't really go away, it just changes.