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MoodyBlues' Mother

Here... I'll chip in as well

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Go and have a Chinese or something.

Oh cool! Lets see how much we get by days end. Moodie, its the next best thing to our literally being there! You start thinking of a nice joint! (...thats "eatery joint"...)
 
I am getting a kick out of your screen name. Just made my day. Wow guys its almost the weekend. Heres my virtual $20. Who all's chipping in to send Moodie to one of them fancy eat'n places over the weekend!

It can be the virtual cuisine of her choice!

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That'll be plenty, Rico! My favorite place is Souplantation--and it's been so long since I've been there, I didn't even know until just now that they've added "& Sweet Tomatoes" to their name! :eek: It's this amazing place with an endless salad bar type arrangement, but it's not just salad stuff. The best part is that every dish has a label stating if it's vegan or vegetarian [or not], so I can choose easily. :D
 
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That'll be plenty, Rico! My favorite place is Souplantation--and it's been so long since I've been there, I didn't even know until just now that they've added "& Sweet Tomatoes" to their name! :eek: It's this amazing place with an endless salad bar type arrangement, but it's not just salad stuff. The best part is that every dish has a label stating if it's vegan or vegetarian [or not], so I can choose easily. :D

Well you just go and enjoy......(save the boof groping for the zeubster. Lol)....oh! And i "is" hungry so you BETTER get there before ME!
 
Today was a total roller coaster ride! I got up feeling good--like actually GOOD. I decided that I'd go to CVS to pick up some prescriptions, and then stop at Ralphs to get some groceries. I usually order groceries online (thank goodness for Vons!), but felt the need to force myself to be amongst the living.

So I get to CVS, in the drive-thru lane as always, and the woman who helps me knows me by name and everything. As soon as she asked 'how are you?' I started crying. :( I told her my mom had died. She was very sweet and kind.

I left there and went to the Ralphs that's right down the street. I'm fine. Until I start passing by item after item that I would have bought for Mom before. I started crying again. (I had my shades on...super cool, you know, especially here in SoCal. I mean, I COULD be a movie star or something...doing their own shopping at Ralphs in Arcadia. :D) I went to the deli to get some Greek pasta salad and some other stuff, and the guy helping me said "Is something bothering you?" (At this point I wasn't crying.) So I said, "My mom died recently..." and then he was super kind and sweet and nice, too.

Finally, I went to check out and the box boy I know by name; he's a very sweet and gentle young man who happens to have Down syndrome. I asked him to help me out to my car, and as we were walking along I told him my mom had died. He stopped in his tracks and put his arms around me. :)

I came home and realized I can no longer just pull up in my driveway, honk a couple times, and magically have Mom's aide appear to take the groceries in. So I did it. Huffing and puffing (stupid asthma), but I did it!

I went outside and turned the sprinklers on in the backyard, then sat on the patio and had a cup of coffee. I called my husband to tell him I was having a rather good day, and that I had actually ventured out and wasn't a sobbing heap all day. By the time we hung up...I was sobbing again. I don't know what it is, but for some reason hearing HIS voice starts the floodgates. I think because he, more than anyone else on earth, knows the history between Mom and me, and how difficult and strained our relationship was for oh-so-many years. So it's like I don't have to EXPLAIN anything to him, he was there through so much of it, he KNOWS. He gets all the mixed feelings I have. He gets the flood of emotions which are all over the map.

Oh, in case you're wondering...or are just totally confused, my husband and I are technically divorced and currently live thousands of miles apart. However, we are so intertwined in each other's lives, and love and care about each other so much, that it's truly just a technicality that we're no longer married. In 2009 when my brain tumor was diagnosed, the minute I told him about it and that it would have to be removed he said "I'll start looking at tickets right now." I said, "Wait, what? Are you going to be here?!" And he said "You're having BRAIN SURGERY--where else would I be?" :D He visits often, and, yes, we even sleep together. (As in SLEEP. At our age...well, never mind... *sigh*) He was here prior to Mom's death; he left Sunday and she died the following morning. We have power of attorney for each other. And cards on each other's bank accounts. And when I had brain surgery, he had the legal authority to pull the plug! That'd be a dream come true for most divorced people. :laugh:

In the weeks before she died, after the mental confusion set in, Mom thought we were still married. So we kept up that charade in order to keep her calm and reassure her. Every day she'd ask me when he was going to come over, and I'd say he was so busy with work he just couldn't come over right now, but maybe tomorrow. He'd talk to her every day or two on the phone and he'd say the same thing. When he did actually arrive, she thought he'd just come from around the corner where she thought he and I live. I HATE--as in DESPISE--liars (like my sister), but this is one case where I have no regrets whatsoever about having lied to my mother. When she saw my husband, our daughter, and me together as a unit in her final days, it calmed and reassured her. It helped give her peace. And for that I'm not the least bit sorry.

ETA: Believe it or not, there's more! I forgot a couple of things. I FINALLY planted some flower seeds today. Just one packet, but still, that's one packet more than I had done so far. :) And then there's the mail that arrived today--two things from the DMV, one for me and one for Mom...our latest disabled placards. I have to send hers back with 'deceased' on the envelope. :(
 
You are doing fine, MB. Its going to be like that for some time to come. Sunny days and some rainy days. And you just described some of the triggers, people who know the family but didnt know recent news, things you see and places you used to go and yup, even stuff you used to buy for your moms at a grocery stores. The routine may have ceased but the mind still has them tracked in fond memories. They make you cry sad tears now but eventually these will be small tears of joy and fond thoughts of 'the good times'. It will be funny to notice but watch how you will laugh and cry good tears over these neat things you just wrote.

Good that you and the other half are still in touch. Toobad other couples cant still be there or be civil after a split. Yup you did it right. Wwhen a loved one dies, they do have a mindset from other times, just their memories taking over as they are approaching sleep. Almost like alsomeone saying 'its ok, its alright' if that makes sense. Sometimes i cant explain but try to. I had similar exp as your cousin, my moms was early 40s and even though we knew she was sick. The day it happened was still too sudden. She was fine that morning. Actually went to work, then came home took an early nap, and later had to go to er.....that night, well, she went to sleep. Things reminded me of her like mail, foods, restaurants, routes around town, you said it.

Hey hows things after surg. Are you sure we aint twins? I had a tumor removed elsewhere and the experience somewhat helpd me realize life and its struggles. Thats what started my trek of ups and downs. Youre gonna have a good wekend, you here me? Its going to be alright and its ok to cry.
 
Thanks guys. :)

Something that's occurred to me is that I sound like one of those middle-aged spinster women who lived their whole lives tied to their mother's apron strings. Ha! Nothing could be further from the truth. I left home at 16 to get away from [emotional] abuse perpetrated by my mother's mother, and spent many years with little and, at times, no contact with my mom. I waited my whole life for my mom to acknowledge, admit, and apologize for things that had happened--things she steadfastly refused to acknowledge for decades. She couldn't allow herself to admit that her sainted mother had been a vicious, evil, cruel bitch to me. It was only within the last year that she finally, sincerely, acknowledged everything. And then she was consumed by guilt. :(

I heard "I love you" and "I'm so sorry" more times in the last year than I had in my entire lifetime put together. I kept telling her that I forgave her, that I didn't want her to feel guilty or sad about it any more, and that it was okay. But then she'd say, "NO. It's NOT okay." And she was right. Even the hospice social worker agreed. It's NOT okay to basically sacrifice one of your children, and Mom knew that. And the thing is she ALWAYS knew it, deep down inside, but couldn't let it out.

In the end, I wished for nothing more than for her to stop feeling guilty, to stop being consumed by guilt, but nothing I, or anyone else, said could make it stop. The reason I started sobbing on the phone yesterday with my husband is because I was saying "I HOPE she's at peace now...I hope she's not consumed by guilt any more..." It's really want I want more than anything else.
 
My cousin and I are going to the mortuary tomorrow morning to pick up Mom's ashes and the shirt she had on when she died. Expect the floodgates to open wide! :(

My cousin adored and appreciated my mom so much, because when we were kids my mother included her in many things we did as a family. My cousin is an only child, and her parents were so wrapped up in each other they often forgot they had a kid. Not REALLY, of course, but in the sense that they figured if they gave her every material thing she could possibly want, that's all she needed. She's said that without my mom she wouldn't have had a childhood. So this is going to be very hard on both of us.
 
Thanks guys. :)

Something that's occurred to me is that I sound like one of those middle-aged spinster women who lived their whole lives tied to their mother's apron strings. Ha! Nothing could be further from the truth. I left home at 16 to get away from [emotional] abuse perpetrated by my mother's mother, and spent many years with little and, at times, no contact with my mom. I waited my whole life for my mom to acknowledge, admit, and apologize for things that had happened--things she steadfastly refused to acknowledge for decades. She couldn't allow herself to admit that her sainted mother had been a vicious, evil, cruel bitch to me. It was only within the last year that she finally, sincerely, acknowledged everything. And then she was consumed by guilt. :(

I heard "I love you" and "I'm so sorry" more times in the last year than I had in my entire lifetime put together. I kept telling her that I forgave her, that I didn't want her to feel guilty or sad about it any more, and that it was okay. But then she'd say, "NO. It's NOT okay." And she was right. Even the hospice social worker agreed. It's NOT okay to basically sacrifice one of your children, and Mom knew that. And the thing is she ALWAYS knew it, deep down inside, but couldn't let it out.

In the end, I wished for nothing more than for her to stop feeling guilty, to stop being consumed by guilt, but nothing I, or anyone else, said could make it stop. The reason I started sobbing on the phone yesterday with my husband is because I was saying "I HOPE she's at peace now...I hope she's not consumed by guilt any more..." It's really want I want more than anything else.

Look, you did more for your mom especially in the time of her life when she couldnt do for herself, and after all our moms did for us. Those who would dare to make such a comment about any son or daughter caring for their mother, their own family member, are the thankless me-first people who stick moms in a cold unfamiliar and even abusive at times nursing home waiting to die because caring for them "cramps their style". They will get their sooner than later. They are going to wake up old, cant feed themselves or wipe their own "ASprin", and from the other room they hear the familiar words coming from their childrn..."put her in a nursing home..." one thing is for sure, your conscience can rest when theirs cant.

I tell you the one expression that irked me because i 'knew' it was hollow, insincere and were just filler words for some 'firends' to hurry up and get away from the ocassion before they have to do something to lighten the load. I hate it when they say
 
I'm kind of upset right now. We got to the mortuary and the guy in the office quickly fetched Mom's ashes--but NOT the shirt she had on when she died. He knew nothing about it. The paperwork he had made no mention of it. I told him to bring me their copy of the document I signed at my house the day she died, which had a handwritten notation that her shirt was to be returned to me. He had to go somewhere else on the premises to get it, but he did, and I pointed out to him where it said plain as day the shirt was to be returned. He called the funeral director [at home] that my daughter and I had dealt with via phone and e-mail, and she couldn't offer any help at that moment. He told me to call her in the morning. I have an awful feeling that I'm never going to see that shirt, but I'm holding out hope that I'll find out differently tomorrow.

Anyway, the box with my mom's ashes was wrapped in gift wrap, like a present. Totally not what we were expecting! My cousin noted that this is the first time she's ever held a 'gift' that she didn't want to open. I was glad it was wrapped like that, because it puts an actual physical barrier between me and the box, so if I get the urge to open it the wrapping will remind me not to. My cousin put the box on the highest shelf in Mom's closet and made me promise I'd leave it there until this summer when we all get together to scatter her ashes at the beach.
 
I haven't read this whole thread, but The parts and pieces that jumped out at me remind me of a time not so long ago...

My father died two and a half years ago, after a rather short battle with cancer. We never had the best relationship in my younger years, but we grew close once I had kids and a family of my own. I ended up caring for him pretty much exclusively at the end of his life. It was such a blessing, and a curse at the same time. I would never trade the time or experience with anyone for anything. I hear so many stories of folks who don't get to make peace with loved ones before they pass, and I'm thankful every day for the fact that I not only was able to, but that there was nothing sacred when dad passed. There were no questions at all left unanswered. I know that I did everything in my power to support him in his final days, and that he died as comfortably as possible in his own bed in his own house.

I think you did the same Moody, and I know that as time goes on, you will find strength and peace in that fact. Some days will be awesome, and others you will cry, but I'm sure she is watching you, knowing that everything is as it should be. I feel him with me every day. I'm sure you do as well.

If you ever need to talk, feel free to shoot me a pm, or post in here or whatever. I'm around. And I know much of the emotion you have gone through. :bighug:
 
I haven't read this whole thread, but The parts and pieces that jumped out at me remind me of a time not so long ago...

My father died two and a half years ago, after a rather short battle with cancer. We never had the best relationship in my younger years, but we grew close once I had kids and a family of my own. I ended up caring for him pretty much exclusively at the end of his life. It was such a blessing, and a curse at the same time. I would never trade the time or experience with anyone for anything. I hear so many stories of folks who don't get to make peace with loved ones before they pass, and I'm thankful every day for the fact that I not only was able to, but that there was nothing sacred when dad passed. There were no questions at all left unanswered. I know that I did everything in my power to support him in his final days, and that he died as comfortably as possible in his own bed in his own house.

I think you did the same Moody, and I know that as time goes on, you will find strength and peace in that fact. Some days will be awesome, and others you will cry, but I'm sure she is watching you, knowing that everything is as it should be. I feel him with me every day. I'm sure you do as well.

If you ever need to talk, feel free to shoot me a pm, or post in here or whatever. I'm around. And I know much of the emotion you have gone through. :bighug:
Thanks so much. You've just summed up my thoughts/experience exactly. My mom and I were finally able to mend our relationship. We were finally able to say the things that would've been brushed off before, or received angrily before, etc. But most of all we were able to enjoy each other, and cherish each moment together. There's a part of me that aches for the decades we didn't have that kind of relationship, but I'm really working on focusing on, and appreciating, this past year when we finally did.
 
I'm kind of upset right now. We got to the mortuary and the guy in the office quickly fetched Mom's ashes--but NOT the shirt she had on when she died. He knew nothing about it. The paperwork he had made no mention of it. I told him to bring me their copy of the document I signed at my house the day she died, which had a handwritten notation that her shirt was to be returned to me. He had to go somewhere else on the premises to get it, but he did, and I pointed out to him where it said plain as day the shirt was to be returned. He called the funeral director [at home] that my daughter and I had dealt with via phone and e-mail, and she couldn't offer any help at that moment. He told me to call her in the morning. I have an awful feeling that I'm never going to see that shirt, but I'm holding out hope that I'll find out differently tomorrow.

Anyway, the box with my mom's ashes was wrapped in gift wrap, like a present. Totally not what we were expecting! My cousin noted that this is the first time she's ever held a 'gift' that she didn't want to open. I was glad it was wrapped like that, because it puts an actual physical barrier between me and the box, so if I get the urge to open it the wrapping will remind me not to. My cousin put the box on the highest shelf in Mom's closet and made me promise I'd leave it there until this summer when we all get together to scatter her ashes at the beach.

sorry about the shirt.
 
All you can do is focus on the good that came from a tough situation. Believe me when I say it gets easier. You have been grieving for a long time, I'm sure it started before she passed. I cried much more before he died than after he passed. It was as if a weight was lifted, just as you said. Everyone grieves differently, and walks a different path in their healing. you'll find yours... ;)
 
All you can do is focus on the good that came from a tough situation. Believe me when I say it gets easier. You have been grieving for a long time, I'm sure it started before she passed. I cried much more before he died than after he passed. It was as if a weight was lifted, just as you said. Everyone grieves differently, and walks a different path in their healing. you'll find yours... ;)
You're exactly right--I was grieving for a long time before she actually died, and I cried a lot more in those last weeks than I have since. (Which almost seems impossible, since I'm frequently in tears.) If you go back and look through this epic thread, I think I wrote about how I came to view her altered mental state as a bridge between still having her and her being gone. But even though I saw those last few weeks that way, it didn't make the reality of losing her less painful, so the tears flowed freely and often.

The strangest thing throughout the experience of losing her was having two completely opposite desires, one, for her to die so she could be at peace and, two, for her not to die so I wouldn't lose my mother. It was like a massive game of tug-of-war going on in my head! :eek:
 
You're exactly right--I was grieving for a long time before she actually died, and I cried a lot more in those last weeks than I have since. (Which almost seems impossible, since I'm frequently in tears.) If you go back and look through this epic thread, I think I wrote about how I came to view her altered mental state as a bridge between still having her and her being gone. But even though I saw those last few weeks that way, it didn't make the reality of losing her less painful, so the tears flowed freely and often.

The strangest thing throughout the experience of losing her was having two completely opposite desires, one, for her to die so she could be at peace and, two, for her not to die so I wouldn't lose my mother. It was like a massive game of tug-of-war going on in my head! :eek:

That mental tug of war is brutal. You want them to stay but it seems so selfish, you want them to go but it seems so wrong to wish for death... I know that he was always aware and kept me informed as to what he wanted. I never made a decision without him regarding where we were going in his journey. When he told me he was done fighting I never second guessed. I moved forward with his choice, and did what he asked. We had some wonderful moments after that. Since he was off the meds, he actually got a bit of an appetite back, we shared a few great meals... the simple stuff. :)
 
I haven't read this whole thread, but The parts and pieces that jumped out at me remind me of a time not so long ago...

My father died two and a half years ago, after a rather short battle with cancer. We never had the best relationship in my younger years, but we grew close once I had kids and a family of my own. I ended up caring for him pretty much exclusively at the end of his life. It was such a blessing, and a curse at the same time. I would never trade the time opresent perience with anyone for anything. I hear so many stories of folks who don't get to make peace with loved ones before they pass, and I'm thankful every day for the fact that I not only was able to, but that there was nothing sacred when dad passed. There were no questions at all left unanswered. I know that I did everything in my power to support him in his final days, and that he died as comfortably as possible in his own bed in his own house.

I think you did the same Moody, and I know that as time goes on, you will find strength and peace in that fact. Some days will be awesome, and others you will cry, but I'm sure she is watching you, knowing that everything is as it should be. I feel him with me every day. I'm sure you do as well.

If you ever need to talk, feel free to shoot me a pm, or post in here or whatever. I'm around. And I know much of the emotion you have gone through. :bighug:

330D's experience reminds me of this song that i am sure everyone knows but havent heard in over 20 years (still feels like only yesterday). I hope you guys dont mind.

The present present wrapping was a pleasant surprize, MB




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