I’ll follow you down

I’ll follow you down

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I was happily walking to work on Sunday afternoon with my music on shuffle when my ‘first dance’ song came on. It immediately took me back to the wedding. 25th January last year. The happiest day of my life.  

I could picture me walking down the aisle.  A string quartet version of Eric Claptons Wonderful Tonight was playing as I made my way down to meet Nikki. Seeing him at the end of the aisle, just waiting for me to arrive. Only a handful of people knowing I was pregnant. Being so excited thinking that Kian was going to announce it after our vows. But only a few weeks later everything had fell apart. 

Although I’m in a far better place now – even after yet another miscarriage – there’s still a part of me that’s broken.  I hope one day I’ll be able to think back to my wedding and not feel that tinge of sadness. It shouldn’t be like that.  My wedding and my honeymoon both sometimes remind me of a shitty time and it’s so frustrating. I mean, my wedding was PERFECT. It could not have went any better, yet there’s still that bit of negativity surrounding the memories.  

I just want to be able to listen to our song and smile again. 

 

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One thought on “I’ll follow you down

  1. I’m experiencing the same thing. You go to a restaurant and you can’t help thinking, “the last time I was here I was pregnant.” I’ve decided grief isn’t a cycle. It’s more like Jenga, did you ever play Jenga? You build your little tower, and then one move or vibration brings the the whole thing down. I feel like grief is more like that.

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