“I’m so tired, I can’t even think straight. I don’t know what to do…”
“Just go lie down, we can figure it out when you wake up.”
WAKE UP! I scream into her eternally sleeping face.
Two years ago today, my beautiful and talented sister died from an opioid overdose. Every day since has been a nightmare.
This is a nightmare. A fucking nightmare.
For me, for our family, for our friends…
but of course, not for her.
She sees the complete picture.
She knows we are not separated.
She can see, hear, feel, touch and taste beyond the physical
She is the one who is awake
and I am the one who is sleepwalking amongst the dead.
Today is also the 20-week mark.
I am five months pregnant today, Olivia is “viable” today.
What about Olivia?
Is she asleep or awake?
Maybe we only fall asleep once we are born into this life, our mission, to rediscover our purpose and bring each other closer together…
Can she still feel God?
Does she remember Heaven?
Is her spirit still there, getting ready for the life that awaits her here?
Is Natalie teaching her, does she know the aunt that will never get to hold her?
Perhaps she is holding her now.
Holding her for me, until I can.
I am trying to balance the two, I did honor Natalie today by doing what she would want me to do (write) and I had a Dairy Queen Blizzard in her name. I also honored my pain and cried the same as I did two years ago. I ached and hurt and got angry…
For Olivia, I played some of Natalie’s music, headphones on my belly. I told her how much I love her and how I can’t wait to meet her.
Until then, goodnight, Natalie. I love you.
Natalie Nicole Allen
9/11/79 – 5/19/16 ❤️