Trying to Deal

Lately I feel like there is something wrong with me.  I feel as though I should be acting differently then I am.  I feel as though I should be curled up in bed under the covers, crying constantly, totally consumed in grief.  I mean, this is my mom I just lost, my whole wide world.  She was my everything, my best friend.  I could always count on her being right there at my side through life.  I probably depended on her more then I should have.  But I didn't care, she needed me, and I needed her.  This is a huge loss for me.  Actually, huge doesn't even begin to describe what kind of loss this is for me.  Imagine someone being there every single day of your life, no matter what, loving you and supporting you, being your rock, your best friend.   The one person you do everything with.  Then, just take them away and try and understand that your never going to see this person for the rest of your life.  Never hear their voice, their laugh, watch all the little quirks and things that they do.  It's as though someone reached into your soul and just stole it.  I feel as though I should be a basket case.  Yet, somehow I wake up every morning, and some days I manage to go by without shedding a single tear.  I believe my son has a big part in that.  I am mommy, and that is a never-ending job. As a two year old, he doesn't comprehend what is going on around here, and the loss we are all trying to deal with.  He just knows he needs me to be his mommy, kiss his boo-boo's and make him food, and play with him, and take care of his daily needs.  He is truly what keeps me going.  Without him, I really do think I'd be a basket case, laying in bed all day never wanting to emerge from the covers. 


But life goes on, they say.  I know I  need to grieve, and go through all those stages they take about.  But I feel like I stop myself.  I really don't know why.  Perhaps I am just used to being the strong one, and making sure everyone else is taken care of.  But, to be truly honest with myself, I just don't think I have admitted to myself she is really gone.  It is easier for me to put it out of my mind, like she is just still at the hospital and one day she'll get better and be able to come home.  This just doesn't seem like it could be true, how in the world did we lose her!?  She was just diagnosed, they have a treatment plan set for her, and even though the prognosis wasn't the best for her, we knew we had some time left.  The BAM!  Reality smacks you in the face.  Bringing home her urn, and placing it on our wall unit, bring the reality of what happened truly home for me.  I find myself looking at the urn, and thinking, "How the hell did this happen?  How the hell did you end up in a box!?".  It is getting harder each day to keep up the charade in my head that this didn't happen with an urn is staring you in the face. 


I just wish I knew how to deal with this.  I wish she was here to tell me how to, because she'd be the one person who would have all the right words to  make me feel better.  But I know what she'd tell me.  She'd say, "Don't be upset, because I am happy now.  I don't have any pain, I have a healthy body, I have family with me, and am finally where I have always wanted to be, with Jesus, praising him all day long and learning from him.  I had a hard life, things never went the right way for me, I always felt like a burden, even though everyone would tell me I am not, I never felt well for the longest time, I worried about finances and always felt like an outsider.  Now, I am released of all that.  Just be happy for me".


As I just typed these words, I feel as though she was just speaking through me, and I have to take comfort in that.  I have no doubt those words are what she'd speak to me if she could.  So I try not to be so sad, I just try to live my life, take care of my son that way she would want me to, make sure my dad is being taken care of just like she would have, and take care of my husband.  I found an email in her account tonight where she was telling someone about me, and she said she thought I was perfect no matter what, and that I was the best thing to ever happen to her, and she'd go through everything she had to again just to still have me.  You know what mom, you were perfect to me too. :)