Hey you talkin' about me again?
(Inside joke for those who are scratching their heads.)
Yeppers I sure am.
Hey you talkin' about me again?
(Inside joke for those who are scratching their heads.)
I woke up this morning kinda sad & a bit upset with myself. I find myself feeling emotional a lot lately when thinking about my Mom...guilty for the fact that I even miss her & feel sad. It's that stupid "christian guilt" where I feel like I have no right to mourn the loss of her. In a few months she will have been gone a year. I still can't wrap my head around it. So pointless! I'm not mad at God,but sometimes I really hate the way he's structured things. Why is everything so fleeting? Nothing to hold on to...nothing but his word.
Ha! Here I am being even hypocritical...I tell other CC Member's "hang in there...God's got yer' back" yup...do I take my own preaching? I guess I just feel a bit short changed because her death happened so quick. So much more I wish I could have said. I don't think I'll ever feel satisfied with our last conversation. I know she tried so hard to be coherent,but by the end of the convo,I could tell I was losing her & this would be the last time I'd ever hear her voice. All I still ever think is what a disappointment my life turned out to be for her. I can only imagine what God must feel. I'm sure I let him down in worse ways. So I sit & reflect on Mother's Day coming soon & think of all the stupid cards & silly things I got my Mom over the years. How she never wanted roses..she loved carnations,because they lasted longer & were prettier. I think she was just trying to save me money....ha. Maybe I'll go back to bed & hide today. The sun is shinning but that makes me angry. I wish it would rain...hard & be overcast. It's easier to justify sleeping the day away if the weather is gloomy. People are so bizzare...why do we enjoy feeling like poo? I suppose like everything else,this sadness too shall pass...I just wish it would pass quicker.
itores post got me thinking about my own mother. She died when i was 21. She contracted Hepatitis C from her job at a crack town police department in the early 80's, before AIDS and Hep C were well known. Getting stuck with dirty drug needles was common back then in police work, but there wasn't much danger from it before AIDS/Hep C. She worked in the evidence department and was stuck all the time with the used needles.
My parents spent a year or two in North Carolina (we lived in S FL at the time). I was a depressed mess, who had done nothing with my life, and had no plans to. Working dead end job, and engaged to a person my parents didn't agree with (and rightly so). I got the call from my sister at work. Mom had died. Even worse, they were still in NC. She had died in a hospital. Earlier that day, my parents had decided on the retirement house they wanted to live in. Finally had picked one out after months of looking. By the end of the night she was gone. Suddenly got really sick. She was waiting for a lung/liver transplant because of the Hep C. Insurance was dragging their feet, and it cost her her life.
So now, i feel like the last thoughts my mom must have had about me is what a disappointment i was. I'm usually able to block it out and not dwell, but as with any thoughts, they surface from time to time. Even worse, over 20 years later, now i'm worried about my father dying, he's 80. Still going strong, but old age is old age, no matter what. His mortality is now something to deal with. No longer 21, now 37 and i fear facing the same feelings with him. That his last thoughts of me will be the same as my mothers must have been. Since my life is not really any better than it was back then. I'm not much better. What a horrible feeling, facing that in the past, and seeing it come in the future.