My last conversation with my mother “Going to see the new Bruce Willis movie with the girls. Speak to you tomorrow.” We were supposed to celebrate her birthday. We picked out her casket. Knew my mother would die someday but she took such good care of herself—had a physical on her birthday 10/10. Thought I had some more time. Shouldn’t have thought that; should have learned from 9/11.
Please read Shayna’s post. Like Shayna it’s amazing, and important
If you always knew you had problems, and had to figure out what they were on your own as medical science wasn't ready for you, when you found out the name of your problems and more about them, would you rush to say you're disabled?
Would you reframe your life story?
Or try to keep it as honest and true to your memories as you could?
I'm writing a memoir, and taking the later road as my life has always been interesting and fun.
I had the longest youth in America. It lasted from the late 60's through the 80's.
My "disability" non verbal learning disorder (NLD) is invisible.
So people think I should have been super successful and made mega bucks.
Success to me can be as small as getting the side bar of my blog to work. And as big as I can dream!
i’m sorry.
We never seem to get to say the things we want to before we never get to talk to people who are really important to us.
Even if we have the time.
But even if we don’t… they know.
I’m so sorry. I cannot IMAGINE how that must feel. Hugs to you through the Web.
My deepest sympathy. I know I don’t comment on your site but I do drop in from time to time. Having lost my Mom years ago I know that no matter what our realtionaship is with them, we miss them terribly when they are gone.
Thank you for making me think. Time is short and we forget…we just forget.
Sympathies. I think it’s right that when someone goes they still have plans inthis world.
As you know I too still try to cope with the loss of my mother—10 years this June___ wonder if I’ll ever be done.
Will they ever open voting on the K awards? I’m keeping watch for it.
Nothing I can think to comment does justice to this paragraph.
We always think we have another day.
I am so sorry. Even though I don’t know you, my thoughts are with you and your family.
I ditto Doug and to Dawn I say no, I don’t think we do. Time just masks the intensity of the pain and it takes a little trigger to bring it out with raw intensity…
I have been there, not with a parent though, and I know it all too well. I am sorry you have to too…
I’m sorry Pia!
Love you much!
Me…
My condolences about your mom. I know it’s been a few years, but the pain never goes away. Tomorrow is never promised to even the youngest among us.
I’m sorry…
Reminds me of a poem.
How beautiful, the words never spoken
It must be a tough thing. Those little petty things people use to argue about become so insignificant when compared to the loss of that someone. We always can use our time better, by saying how we feel instead of quarrelling over some unimportant ground. yet somehow, we always assume we have time for those sentiments and continue to stick to our grounds. There are many things I would have liked to say to quite a few people…maybe we still can. Just put it out in teh universe. They might here-good! They might not-no loss…
I always read your blog, but never commented…
But your entry today touched me,, i wouldnt know what to do with myself if i lost my mother, and now i think about it more then ever…
My mom recently got diagonsed with ovarian cancer.. stage 3…
So i know there’s a rough road ahead…. i just dont know what i`ll do with myself if i lose her to this….
I visited Shayna’s blog. What a horrible yet moving story.
On a seperate note, thank you so much for your thoughtful comment on my most recent education post. You were one of very few people I know who faithfully took an interest in what I had to say.
Feel like it’s been ages since we “talked”. It’s not my turn, right?:)
I think in some ways I have grown so cold to death. I haven’t lost my parents… but I did lose my grandparents who practically raised me. I was by my grandmother’s side when she took her last breath. I have witnessed death close up… and it is never easy. I try to live in the moment… try to enjoy everyone around me… because we do never know… but if we did know everything life wouldn’t be as interesting…
I’m sure this was a tough post to write… but you have touched so many with it. Goes to show you even if you write just a small bit… you still touch people with your writing. Love ya!
Sometimes pain from the past sneaks up and grabs you. That’s when it’s good have blogger buddies to give you pick me up *hugs*.
im so sorry pia, so long ago now and still the pain remains, right?