Thursday, June 5, 2008

My Loss

My baby died. It is politely referred to as a loss.

You lose a wedding band in the ocean, but it is somewhere on the ocean floor. Unknown to you, but it is somewhere.

My daughter is not lost.

I didn't misplace her.

I can't retrace my steps in the mall to find her mesmerized by a pink, frilly dress.

She wasn't kidnapped. Her photo is not on a milk carton. There will be no Amber alert.

She was kidnapped by the grim reaper.

She is not lost. She is gone.

6 comments:

c. said...

I feel this way, too. I hate the words they use to replace dead because they are just wrong.

G$ said...

Everytime I hear lost now, I think of the Robi.nWillia.ms episode of Law & Order I talked about on my blog a while back... To which he responds:

They are not LOST, they were TAKEN from me!

The silly different ways to soften the blow of "he died" don't bother me that much. Except, I HATE when I say: I lost the baby. I have done this now twice in a fit of need to hurry up and answer this person before I lose my cool.

I didn't lose the baby, that implies other things. He died, I gave birth to him. The opposite order of things.

xo

Mrs. Spit said...

Every time someone says loss - I think: I loose my car keys, I loose my way, I loose my swipe card for work, can't find my ipod right now, but I assure you, I would not lose my son. Drives me a bit batty.

janis said...

((hugs))
I am glad you quit your crazy job. All the best for whatever you will try!!
Thinking of you.

Missing_one said...

*hugs*


it's not like you forgot her at a supermarket or something

CLC said...

Good point, Ya Chun.