Yesterday I did something that had been 14 years in the making. I went to put flowers on my mom’s grave.
About twice a year (the holiday season and late June-mid July) I fall into a funk. Right around my birthday and the holiday’s I get pretty sad. Typically birthday’s and holidays are when people spend time with their families. For me it’s like holding a magnifying glass up to my not-so-ideal family reality. I spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with my Aunt & Uncle and Cousins and they are my “family”, but it’s still painful to know who isn’t there to celebrate with us.
Shortly after my 14th birthday, my mom was diagnosed with cancer. I spent the first few months of high school visiting my mom in the hospital. We went to a wig store to buy her a really nice wig. No one ever told me it was terminal, I guess I never even allowed myself to consider the reality. After a while, my mom came home from the hospital. One day in November were going to my aunt and uncles for dinner, but I was hungry so we stopped at Mc. Donald’s to get an order of french fries. I had to wait for the fries to finish cooking. My mom, tired of waiting for me, came in and went crazy on the woman behind the counter. She yelled at the woman and told her that she was dying and shouldn’t have to spend all afternoon waiting for french fries (really it had been less than 5 minutes). We got back in the car without the fries and I asked my mom if it was true that she was dying. She said things would be fine and that she was just angry.
A few weeks later we had my first high school cheerleading competition – my mom was there…in a wheel chair
A few weeks after that a hospital bed showed up in my living room along with our first cable box (my mom wanted to watch designing women)
A few weeks after that my mom celebrated her 40th birthday.
A few weeks after that (6 months after her diagnosis) my mom passed away in her sleep, in the hospital bed that sat in the living room. I was on the couch. We were supposed to eat baked chicken for dinner. My aunt made it…I knew it would be good and after playing in the snow all day, I was excited for a good dinner.
My dad, whom I had known for less than 2 years at this point lived with us. He woke up, realizing she had passed away, and went crazy. He attacked me that night. I was trying to call hospice. He wanted the ambulance. I was 14, trying to be strong…I ended up with a delayed phone call to hospice, a broken bedroom door and a bruised arm. Still no dinner. About a month later was the last time I ever saw my dad…just as quickly as he entered my life he disappeared from it again.
Yesterday morning I found myself thinking about funerals and death and all that goes with it. Eventually I got out of bed, showered and decided that it was time for me to face what I’ve avoided for so long. I can’t change the past, but I want to move on…
My grandma used to make me go with her. As I became old enough to drive and work I stopped going all together. I’ve never taken flowers to her grave on my own accord. It’s been 14 years. I’m tried of being sad and grumpy because she isn’t here. I’m tired of being so affected by her death and the void it has left.
My birthday is Friday…I thought it might be a good step for me to finally take her flowers. She, pregnant and single at the age of 25, a practicing alcoholic, and crazy, decided to keep the baby that was growing inside her. By God’s grace, I was born a very healthy baby. She raised me with the help of my Grandmother for 14 years. She tried to do what she could during our short time together. Remembering her and taking flowers to her grave is really the least I could do. It’s only taken me 14 years to come around to the idea…and maybe therein lies a little bit of closure.
I can’t say that I won’t get sad this holiday season, but I think this was a good and long over-due step in my life. With the help of counseling, I’ve dealt with most of the anger that has built up because of her death, but there is still some softer wounds that need to be healed. I’ve seen that clearly over the last few weeks…I just wanted to do what I could to maybe move that healing process along. Yeah, so this is my life…and today I feel better than I have felt in weeks. I’m not saying I’m out of my slump yet, but I do feel really good today and I can’t help but wonder if it’s in part because I finally left flowers for my mom…a gift that was long overdue.