One minute my Mom is here, the next we are saying goodbye. How do you do that? How do you say goodbye to the one person who loved you no matter what, the one person who always believed in you, always had hope for you? I don't expect anyone to know what I am going thru, not even the ones who have already been thru it, because you see, it's a unique experience. It is different for everyone, from siblings, to spouses, to strangers, we all experience it in our own way, with our own techniques, our own method to preserve our sanity and ensure our survival. None of us are wrong, none are right. It just is. We are who we are, and we do what we do.
People tell me I am handling my beloved Mom's passing better than they expected. That's how it would appear. I go thru my day, see patients, smile, laugh, joke, I simply carry on. But if there's one lesson everyone should learn in their lives it is never judge a book by its cover. Appearances can be deceiving. I have always said my strength can be my weakness. I have to be the strong one, in Ohio for my Dad, here for everyone else, myself included, because falling apart just isn't an option. You have to maintain, have to get thru the day at all costs, even when you feel like crawling back into bed and pulling the covers over your head. If I had to give my opinion, I'd say I'm taking it pretty hard.
I internalize my problems. I pull away from people, become distracted, distant, more quiet (yes, it's actually possible for me to do that). It's like a war has been waged inside me and it's all I can do to keep going. No one will ever understand what it is like to be me. How hard it is, how tiring. I don't wish to be someone else. I am a product of two people who shared an epic love, who built a life together from that love, who then spread that love to their family. You can't find that today. They don't make 'em like that anymore, hell, they don't even WRITE them like that anymore. Because it would be seen as boring, uneventful, plain. God, it was a great life! To be raised in a house with so much love, such emphasis on family...it was the best. The memories are painful reminders of how fleeting life is, how we truly don't savor what we have until it gone. It weighs so heavily on my heart sometimes I have to block it out, pretend it isn't what it is, sleepwalk thru my life, keep myself numb so I can't feel the pain. I don't listen to what people are saying, I don't hear their jokes or stories, because if I let myself then I will feel, and if I can feel then I can hurt, and if I hurt then the floodgates will open and all bets are off. So I fight the tears, I fight the feelings, I fight everything around me so I can stay in this little bubble world I created around me, one that will allow me to function without feeling. I have to concentrate so much on me that I can't deal with other people and their own selfishnesses. I see people complaining, and I tell myself that's not worth complaining about. I see people in a hurry and I tell myself what's the rush? I see people angry and I tell myself they are wasting so much energy being mean when they could just let it go. Priorities shift, and I don't have patience for those who waste their precious time on things that don't matter. Why be miserable when you can simply allow yourself to be happy. You don't know how much time you have left here, do you really want to go out with a frown? It's especially hard when people close to me are like that, because I don't want to be that way, and I don't want to be dragged down with them that way. God willing and Mayans be damned, I could have another 44 years or more left on this earth and by God I want them to be great. I don't want to miss a thing. I want to take my time and enjoy the ride, because the destination ain't all it's cracked up to be. Are we there yet? God, I hope not!
So although I appear to be handling things well, inside a war is raging. The depression is almost unbearable, like someone put a ton of bricks on my chest and I'm expected to carry them around with me. I have no energy, no desire, I have a cold I can't shake. So although I am not walking around in tears, I am in pain. Sometimes it hurts so bad and it's hard to pretend like it doesn't. So I swallow it, I ignore it, I beat it down. But it's still there. And even those who have been there before me don't understand, because for them it was totally different. When everything's different, nothing can be the same. You just have to find hope, that things will be okay eventually. That the pain will lessen enough for you to get back into your life. That you can remember without feeling like someone is ripping out your heart. That life goes on, and you need to be in it. Otherwise, you're as good as dead, and what kind of life is that?
I miss you, Mom. I always will. Until we meet again. You are in my heart, my soul, my everyday. I will always love you.
(author's note: Today would have been my parent's 63rd wedding anniversary.)