As I wrote a while ago, my mom passed Nov 27 of last year. I had been planning this for a while, making sure all of our funeral clothes fit, making sure we have what need in case the moment comes that we have to up to Northern Maine. When my sister back home said the doctor told her to call family that was it. I went up alone and my son followed a few days later, he was a pall bearer. I remember my sister back home trying to find some of the pallbearers. My oldest sister and I immediately said out loud mom has three son in laws and three grandsons. so there you go.
Anyway, I really didn't grieve and I think it because I been planning and waiting for the moment so maybe I was at peace with it a bit? I been going up to Norther Maine for well over two decades to check on mom and my relatives, knowing once mom passed I would go up but maybe not yearly.
My two sisters they think we all have a good relationship but that is only because I keep a lot in.
Sorry I am digressing so much.
I use to talk to mom like she was here well before she passed.
But today I talked to mom knowing she was gone. But I talked to her like she was here again and saying the things I can;t say to my sisters.
But the whole point is I finally am crying as of today, knowing she is gone knowing technically while I have two sisters I feel alone on that side of the family of my two sisters and their families. I let this all to mom and been crying since. it won't stop.
I guess it is time to finally let the tears flow , not sure how this will pan out.
My sister in VA and I when we visited mom always stopped by Mrs. Bernadette.
The home mom was in was formally a home that converted to a home for Alzheimer;s but they had some residents who were not able to take care of themselves but had their mind still and Mrs. Bernadette is one of them so they just crossed over, I will probably start writing to her( she has had a stroke so calling her may not be possible but will send her mail like i sent mom even if she did not always know who I was.
Man I have really made this long here and I did wonder if I should say anything since while people know me here, they only know to a degree.
I miss mom and I miss my dad who I lost when was five. I have just a few memories of him and just a few pictures the time we had was just too short.
I best post this before I chicken out and also more tissues, The grieving has finally hit me this morning/
Sorry for rambling all over the place.