Today I want to talk about grief, and love.
I’ve felt “off” for a couple of days now. But there is a lot going on around me, which has resurfaced old memories, feelings, and emotions… Are they one in the same? My father hasn’t been doing well. He is having “spells”, falls, and as a hard working man, he cannot find acceptance with the fact that he cannot do the things he used to do. And since our moms passing, he has been talking often about his youngest daughters ashes. They reside with her life partner, with instructions for nieces to scatter the ashes upon . her partners passing. I’m not going to get into it any deeper than that, but my dad never liked the fact that we didn’t “know’ where her ashes were. My sister and I never doubted the significance that would be placed on these from her partner, she’s a trustworthy person and was broken into pieces when Dar died. My sister (only sister I have left of 3), took it upon herself to get in touch with her, and my dad will soon be receiving some of our kid sisters ashes to put in his creel, as was originally planned when she died. I am on overload, sensory overload. Flashes and images coming back from that time in my life, painful, painful memories on so many levels including many people, including my sisters partner. So I have been, not purposely, revisiting all that, and then having just buried my moms ashes, it’s become very clear that I will never again see my mom. There are no words. Sporadic crying jags, the heavy feeling in my chest, and sorrow, grief. I’ve now lost my mom and two sisters to cancer, my father had cancer and so far so good, the three of us children remaining are all cancer survivors and carry gene mutations which has also been resurfacing. It has never gone “away”. It will never go “away”. It’s a fact of life for us. Ohh, and add to this a canceled oncology appt for me this week because I hadn’t slept and wasn’t up for the drive to Bean town!
Nothing I can do or say will take away this turmoil I’m feeling. I just know that it will pass, relief will come, and I am really looking forward to that happening. So, being kind and nurturing myself, i spent the day listening to music. I am so very grateful for music, art. If I attribute my depressive disorders to that of an artist (hardly famous), it makes it a little easier to walk through. Creativity is vital for me. It might as well be a vital organ because without it, I will fall flat and refuse to get back up again. And yes, i am stubborn.
Tomorrow I am picking up my bff who is flying in for a 10 day vacation with me from Omaha. She was supposed to come a couple months ago but because of work it was delayed. I AM SO GRATEFUL, now, that it was delayed because I pick her up in a few hours. My home has been filled with family and friends for the past few weeks… MORE GRATITUDE.
My pcp told me I need to find a therapist. So I bought a BOSE revolve wireless speaker. I also sent my dad home, two weekends ago, with my Bose Wave radio and cd player. A thank you to him for introducing us to music. My family has an above average love and need for music and in our last childhood home there were five stereos at one time, all different music. I was grateful to hear that my dad spent a day last week listening to music, and ON THE BOSE. I know it will help him, I have wanted to do this for a while, but my WAVE is seriously one of my most prized possessions. I didn’t know if i could do without it, but when I saw the shape my dad was in, there was no question what I was going to do. So my sister and i packed it all up for him. His sister had burned him a lot of cd’s so he’s enjoying them now. It’s funny how little effort it takes, when we love someone, to give that which we love, but know will help them. It was the right thing to do.
I haven’t finished writing what i wanted to tonight, but it’s going to have to be enough. Thanks for reading my blog, and for all who do, I wish you a pleasant, peaceful day and sleep!