Grief is a funny thing

Ben Franklin is quoted as saying “Nothing is certain but death and taxes.” There are events that are expected as the natural progression of things. One of these is the loss of your parents. This may happen all in an instant or happen gradually. I don’t know which is harder: the sense of impending doom and loss of who we knew back then or the sudden absence of one of the people who supported us and gave us life. 

I have a couple of friends who have lost mothers recently. I know one who was close and has felt the loss keenly. (I feel for you, leemer). Another, I don’t know any of the story, but if nothing else, it’s the loss of what was and what might have been. 

My mother and I were close. I lived far enough away that visits were scheduled on the calendar. But we talked on the phone and sent letters back and forth. Life and technology moved on and words weren’t exchanged as often maybe. But we still would stay up talking until 2 a.m. when I visited. I remember those nights fondly. 

She developed osteoporosis. The bones get brittle. They crumble and collapse. Especially in the backbone. One at a time. Painfully. Seven vertebrae cracked or collapsed. There’s a medical procedure where they inject the collapsed vertebra with a kind of bone cement that is supposed to fix it. I’m sure it helped. But nothing was fixed. 

As the pain increased, she refused to use the drugs that were so addictive but would help. And then when she did use them, they muddled her mind so much, she couldn’t tell now from back then. I got scolded for things so far in the past, she was the only person who remembered them. The hydrocodone and methadone do that to you. 

How do you grieve a mother who is gone but is still alive? 

After a visit, I would come home and cry myself to sleep. My mother was gone, the person who remained was a faint ghost of who I had loved and relied on all my life. 

I got to the point where I prayed for a release from her pain, knowing there could be only one answer. 

And one night, about 3 a.m., the phone rang. And rang again. And my cell phone rang. I called back. 

She was released from the pain, gone. 

It was a surprise, but not. 

It was a relief, but not. 

It was grief, but not. 

Maybe I had grieved for her gone so much before she died, I didn’t have enough tears for her left when she actually died. 
It’s been four and a half years. I cry sometimes when the missing gets to me. But it’s not that much. Or that often. And then I remember what her life was before she left. And I try not to be sad. 

And I have my father left. We have become so much closer. 

We have travelled, many places, and had so much fun doing it. And plans for future trips. 
I will be devastated when he’s gone…. 

Friend, gone

Ever get news that just tore you up?
A friend you knew way back when, BFF ‘s back in elementary school, you hugged and said I miss you when you saw her but lived too far apart to really re establish that friendship. You follow each other on Facebook but that’s all the connection you have left.
And then.
She is diagnosed with cancer. Fights the battle and comes out alive. Yay!
And then.
There’s a spot on her lung. It’s the cancer, alive again in a different place.  It’s  serious but there’s still time. But there isn’t.

Couple of weeks later, there’s a trip to the emergency room and liters of fluid are drained from her chest and the cancer is advanced. It’s stage 4 lung cancer. So she goes to hospice expecting weeks or months stay there.

A little over one week later……..she’s gone.
It was all so fast….
She always envied me as the one who escaped the small town we grew up in and went on to better choices and a better life. She was wrong. She had children, grandchildren and worked as an EMT and made a difference in people’s lives there. I work at Walmart and I give occasional cooking advice and help people find things in the store. Nothing life changing. At all.
I know she had some hard times in her life that were the result of the choices she made but we all make some of those choices. And we deal with the result of those choices and move on.
So tonight, I cry for the friend I lost too early in life and hope her next journey is much smoother.
Dear Tammie, give my mom a hug when you see her in Heaven and tell her I love her. I miss you both. Love, me.