Wake me Up When September Ends
Four days after my last blog post on August 17th, I received a phone call that changed my life as I knew it. My mother was in the hospital and wasn't expected to make it through the night. As fate would have it, she did make it through the night but not by much. She passed away the following afternoon, and I've been in an emotional fog since.
Going through the motions has never been my MO, until now. It's been all I can do to put on a painted smile and drag myself to work. My plans for articles and blogs falling with a crash to the wayside as I spent my home hours just coping.
It's not that mom's death was difficult, she died peacefully. I can see the blessing in it. It's just that I've never had to deal with death on such a personal level before. When Papa George (my grandfather) passed away I was 19 and his death was somewhat expected in that we all knew he had cancer and that the prognosis wasn't great. It was a similar situation when my Grandma passed away too. I knew she was sick. I was prepared.
You'd think I would've been prepared for this too, but I wasn't.
"She was too young!" my mind screams, because she was only 53.
I console myself with the fact that she lived until she died, having had lunch with friends just a few days before. She lived a life that was marked by generousity and laughter. Despite her schizophrenia and all the health issues that stemmed from it, she was as independant and strong as it was possible to be. She had friends whom she loved, and who loved her back.
I will miss her.
I've been feeling better at work over the past week and I am slowly making my way back into launching and building my business. I'll be getting caught up on the articles I started and launching the new services I've been contemplating.
October holds incredible promise.
It's funny how perfect the song by Green Day "Wake me up when September Ends" seems to be at this moment.
If all goes well, I should have some new features coming next week.
So stay tuned.
Going through the motions has never been my MO, until now. It's been all I can do to put on a painted smile and drag myself to work. My plans for articles and blogs falling with a crash to the wayside as I spent my home hours just coping.
It's not that mom's death was difficult, she died peacefully. I can see the blessing in it. It's just that I've never had to deal with death on such a personal level before. When Papa George (my grandfather) passed away I was 19 and his death was somewhat expected in that we all knew he had cancer and that the prognosis wasn't great. It was a similar situation when my Grandma passed away too. I knew she was sick. I was prepared.
You'd think I would've been prepared for this too, but I wasn't.
"She was too young!" my mind screams, because she was only 53.
I console myself with the fact that she lived until she died, having had lunch with friends just a few days before. She lived a life that was marked by generousity and laughter. Despite her schizophrenia and all the health issues that stemmed from it, she was as independant and strong as it was possible to be. She had friends whom she loved, and who loved her back.
I will miss her.
I've been feeling better at work over the past week and I am slowly making my way back into launching and building my business. I'll be getting caught up on the articles I started and launching the new services I've been contemplating.
October holds incredible promise.
It's funny how perfect the song by Green Day "Wake me up when September Ends" seems to be at this moment.
If all goes well, I should have some new features coming next week.
So stay tuned.
posted by Patrysha at 6:17 AM
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