I'm tired of cooking/preparing 3 meals a day. It's just the two of us but boy oh boy can that woman eat!! She stays slimish, I get fattish. It's bad enough I do everything here much less start making her one thing and me the other. At times I feel guilty when I buy her fast food cuz of the nutritional value....not to mention I eat it too.
My youngest son noticed in college that many of his friends had problems with college like choosing a degree to major in from his perspective because they had issues with their parents that they needed to resolve. That is an insight that I've not heard before or considered, but it must carry some truth for some.
Unfortunately not all mothers or dads either raise their children with the privacy and increasing independence to discover their own sense of identity so that they are ready to fly from the nest when it's time. While many do leave physically and geographically even, their moms remain a strong voice in their heads for we are programmed to not be free or we have memories of past abuse from which we have not gained freedom. Sometimes, both problems go together.
I think that given a person's background some may reach the point to be their own teacher and guide instead of mom or dad living in their heads sooner than others, but some never do for they never had a chance.
Anyway, that's my opinion.
gershun - makes total sense. Slowly you put things away. You can always take them down when you need to.
cmag - interesting about your son's college friends. That parental voice is around a long time. Sometimes listening to it is good, sometimes not. It is important to have the choice.
I keep thinking mom would be so upset at how upset I am and the feeling of guilt that won't quite leave me alone. Yet yet yet... I wasn't ready to say goodbye. It does not matter how much you think this through... it hits you like a ton of heartbroken bricks and you wonder where they are, is she ok, does she know me again... will she give me a sign that she's no longer suffering.
CM, I'm inspired by you dealing with your mothers belongings, so far I've not been able to touch anything, it's just as if she were here....one day.
emjo23... what you wrote brought me to tears. In the end it isn't about the possesions, pictures, helmets.... it's what we held in our heart for them. After we leave, really, who is going to care about 100 year old pictures of people they never knew?
(((((hugs)))) to all of you going through this process. I know it well.
I am always looking for a sign from my Mom. We used to talk about how she would come and visit me after she died but if she has I haven't felt it. I also think that if she is really happy in heaven why would her spirit be hanging around here on earth anyway. But I still keep on hoping.
My Mom told me a story about how after my Dad died she was crying and praying and asking God how would she bring up seven kids on her own and suddenly she felt a hand covering hers. There was no one with her at the time and my Mom was never into supernatural stuff but she truly felt that it was my Dad's spirit.
I hate to bring in a horse story but it is about a big event, the birth of a foal. we purchased an older brood mare well advanced in her pregnancy having birthed many foals with no problems. She was a homely creature but produced the most beautiful babies and was a very wise old girl. We had never birthed a foal before and were some what anxious but had everything prepared and the vet had instructed us. Well one day when she was at term and knowing we were newbies she decided to give us a dry run. She was lying in the field and looking painful so we decided it must be time. We bedded her stall with thick layers of nice clean dry straw and brought her in. She looked around and inspected everything then requested we return her to the field with her friends, which we did with some trepidation. One whole week later I went out at 1am to check on her and found a beautiful black filly just standing on her wobbly new feet.
I tell you this Hope because communication is not verbal and although you have told Mama she is free to leave and all the other things she knows YOU are still not ready. The nurses tell you what they see and they are correct but they don't know Mama and how strong your bond is. Daddy does come he is the big man but he has come for Mama and not you. You may catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye or feel a cool breeze in the room but you won't see him like Mama does Talk to her about him. Ask her what he looks like and what he whispers in her ear. When you can encourage her to reach out and take his hand and go with him. There is still work for you to do on this earth. You don't know what it is yet but listen and you will know when the time is right.
Grieving Mama is going to be so hard for you but you have been so strong and dedicated that in the future she will look down and be so proud of you. Yes you will have to start from the beginning again but you did that when Mama gave birth to you. There will be people to help you on the way and your furry kids will play a big roll in that, you just have to let them into your life again .
Love and hugs Hope.
So pretty here, our annual strawberry festival starts today. Apparently our itty bitty town makes the worlds largest strawberry shortcake. There's a small parade, small carnival and of course big prices on the good stuff plus local venders selling their goodies.
Me and Lisa are going to pick up mom here shortly. Until we do the "Celebration of Life" and reunite her with daddy she will stay here with me resting on the hearth and just hang out with us girls for awhile...sniff
Katie, Veronica, that was a wonderful read. I am feeling a bit more optimistic today :)
Of Course it's the bride to be. Me thinks this girl drinks too much then gets a hair up her a** and tries to harass me. Haha, that will teach my son to not listen to his mama!
My dad rested with us until we made a trip a few months after his passing to place his ashes in his favorite place, which meant he got to make one last trip to his favorite place in the U.P. of Michigan, and a ride in the new handicap van we bought for his use that he never got to ride in. It was at least a little comforting that we could do that for him. He loved his vans!
I just wrinkled up my nose reading a post of "Girls Night Out"!! So FUN!
Meh..
I miss her so much. The nights are the worst. I can manage to distract myself during the day somewhat.
Anyhow, I agree Jeanette. Girls Night Out doesn't sound appealing to me either. I've been thinking a weekend away by myself sounds good though.
Don't know if hubby would approve. Not that I need his permission but he probably thinks I would off myself or something if he couldn't keep an eye on me.
Gershun i dream a lot about my Mama when she was young and so very beautiful. She still is of course but she was such a strikingly beautiful lady with the most perfect little figure. ..she looks like that in my dreams. .i used to dream the same about my Daddy not long before i lost him. They give me peace but bring sadness too bedside they seem to be a foreshadowing. ..but she is always berry happy in those dreams. .i have to hold onto that.
My Mom had a petite little figure too when she was young. I went through an old photo album I had of when her and my dad were on their honeymoon. She looked so happy and vibrant in all the pictures. I like to imagine them together in heaven like that.
D$$$DAM%^&
Technology sucks today.
So that's my love, tip your computer sideways....so pretty, always smiling...
There was a lady in the nursing home where my Mom went for rehab that had hung a picture of herself as a young happy woman outside of her room door for all to see. It shows everyone that she had a good happy life and it wasn't just all about the decline now.
Jeanette, I like the picture even if I had to turn my head sideways to see it! Loosened up my stiff neck. :D I am so bad with technology that it would be a major accomplishment for me to even get a picture in at all! Thanks for sharing!