My brother and SIL wanted everything "natural" for the birth of their first child. When she went into labor she stayed home. When she started bleeding, she called it a "show". She woke up the next morning and felt nothing. 7 hours later went to the hospital to deliver their dead child - my only nephew.
At the funeral, I cried bitterly. She and my brother called it God's will and hardly seemed moved. They have celebrated his "milestones" and holidays as if he were still here and have many pictures of him (dead) all over the walls. Ok, fine. They are the parents and I respect their ways of grief and coping.
I got an email she had sent to all friends and family asking that we have a Creative Name project to make a photo album for his first birthday. The idea is you write his name creatively like with scrabble tiles or whatever. It's also our mom's 60th birthday. No mention of that.
I'm furious. I have pain when I think about him. I think this little *game* to celebrate his first birthday is as ridiculous as it can get. I finally spoke up and said in my reply, "Don't you have any respect for what those of us who lost him, too, are going through? Like mom? Can we just move on and accept that he's gone?"
I haven't heard from them. At this point, I would be happy to never hear from them.
Help me to understand what they're doing. Help me understand my grief.
