1/5/2005 10:15:10 AM|||Amy|||My sister wrote the following in her blog, and it sums up my experience too. And like Lisa, I want to write about other things because now the loss of my mother is hitting me in horrible ways (metaphorically - like the kind of way when you unexpectedly throw up the 5 gallons of shrimp gumbo you had for lunch and it all lands in a big pile on top of the hundred dollar Birkenstocks you bought yourself for Christmas) and I don't really want to write about it anymore.

Thanks to everyone for your condolences and well wishes. It's been very hard, that I won't deny, but reading your kind and gracious comments makes me glad for Internet friends. Thank you. I've thought about writing about it all, but the truth is, I am very sad, too sad to write about it. I've talked about it with a few friends and co-workers, and I've discovered that of those who have lost their mother or father, there is an amazing similarity. The hospital visits, the agonizing decisions that have to be made with regard to present and future care, the disagreements and misunderstandings among family members, the feeling of loss, of being rudderless. The actual moment when you lose someone. Nothing you can do to change it, take it back, start over.
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