{"id":8673,"date":"2022-01-24T23:50:10","date_gmt":"2022-01-25T06:50:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/xangelle.com\/dailygrind\/?p=8673"},"modified":"2022-01-24T23:57:23","modified_gmt":"2022-01-25T06:57:23","slug":"the-body-doesnt-forget","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/xangelle.com\/dailygrind\/the-body-doesnt-forget\/","title":{"rendered":"The Body doesn\u2019t Forget"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Today was a weird day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I felt sad.  I felt angry.  I felt upset.  I felt overwhelmed.  I wanted to run away.  I wanted to hide.  I wanted to be alone.  I wanted to curl up in my bed and cry. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But I didn\u2019t know why I was feeling this way; so I acknowledged my feelings and then tucked them away inside of myself because I had so much that I needed to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"802\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/xangelle.com\/dailygrind\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/img_9784.jpg?resize=802%2C1024&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-8672\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/xangelle.com\/dailygrind\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/img_9784.jpg?resize=802%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 802w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/xangelle.com\/dailygrind\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/img_9784.jpg?resize=235%2C300&amp;ssl=1 235w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/xangelle.com\/dailygrind\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/img_9784.jpg?resize=768%2C981&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/xangelle.com\/dailygrind\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/img_9784.jpg?w=1125&amp;ssl=1 1125w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 709px) 85vw, (max-width: 909px) 67vw, (max-width: 984px) 61vw, (max-width: 1362px) 45vw, 600px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Driving home tonight I realized that today is <a href=\"https:\/\/xangelle.com\/dailygrind\/never-forgotten\/\">Nathaniel\u2019s day.  January 24, 2005<\/a>.  If he had lived, he would have been 17 today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Even if the mind doesn\u2019t immediately remember, the body doesn\u2019t forget.  All those feelings I mentioned above are feelings I felt on that day.  Feelings that ask me to bear witness to an event that forever changed my life.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It seems strange to grieve the loss of dreams and hopes and ideals but that\u2019s what I had.  We didn\u2019t know what he liked and disliked or whether he was quiet or loud\u2026..athletic or nerdy?  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Regardless, my body knows the heaviness of loss.  The emptiness.  The pain. The loneliness.  The conflict.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The grief is not intense anymore.  It doesn\u2019t steal my breath or crash over me in waves so strong that I fear I may be swept away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The grief is a quiet sadness.  A subtle and fleeting moment of desolation.  It\u2019s presence is there asking me to honor my child and his oh-so-short life by acknowledging all the feelings that carried me from there to here; and the process that shattered and rebuilt a new version of me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today was a weird day. I felt sad. I felt angry. I felt upset. I felt overwhelmed. I wanted to run away. I wanted to hide. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to curl up in my bed and cry. 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