"" Lulu's Sandbar: My Mom
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Saturday, July 3, 2010

My Mom

Ohh.....my friends.

I have been gone from life, from blogging, from work, for two weeks, because I have been with my mom and my family.

My mom suffered a heart attack and then some more attacks, and then - surrounded by family, she died on June 27. I could use the euphemism, passed away - which I have used lately, but really - it's ok to say that she died. And well, actually, she was with only my brother at the moment of her passing death, because we had to clear the room and leave just my brother with her to let her know that it was ok to go, because when the five of us (my siblings) and our spouses (making the ten of us) and my aunt and uncle (her only surviving sibling out of five - oh, the symmetry :)) making the twelve of us - well, when we were all in the room, she wouldn't go.

Because my mom loved a party. And gossip. And chat. She loved to be in the know and with it and frankly, she always wanted to be cool. In fact, we buried her with the new open-toe sandals she'd purchased just a month ago, the better to show off her hot pink pedicure in the afterlife.

And yes, I do have to pause to sob a bit as this is typed, even as I sound flippant. The best offense against crippling grief is a good humorous defense, right?

As I write this and most of my posts over the next few days / weeks, I hope you come to know my mom. Because she was ahead of her time AND because she was an English teacher who even now, is probably hating that I just started some sentences with 'because' and 'and.' And yet, she would be so proud that I have a blog and I'm writing. :)

She was in pain and had suffered heart damage that was unrecoverable, yet - she didn't want to leave, because we were chatting about our memories and she clearly was trying to hear us. So my brother took the hit for the family team and stayed to hold her hand and let her know that she could leave us for that great classroom in the beyond.

I have to say - I never really knew that grief could leave a physical hole in the center of one's self. I miss my dad......but the fact that I can never again call my mom and ask her about the potato salad recipe or the correct way to write a thank you note for a hideous gift, or the proper response to a daughter when she has an issue with a mean girlfriend at age 30 when really, we all thought that the mean girls club ended after 8th grade....I am wrecked with the physical and mental grief.

But my siblings and I - the legacy she left us - among many other gifts - was the ability to be tough. And we pinky swore to stick together, and today is day 7 of the pinkyswear.

So that's good.


R Montalban said...

I am so sorry to hear about your loss, and I know only too well how hard that must be.

My mum died 8 years ago on the 1st of July (wrote a day of tributes to her which did make me feel better).

Laughter does make things better, and my sister and I too miss the awful presents. As I write I am thinking about when she once gave my sister gents pants that she had had for a few years but had never used them! It was when my sister went to M&S to return them she found out they were old stock that we realised this and what a laugh we had about that!

Not being able to hear or see my Mum is just one of those aspects that makes it even more painful, but sometimes, when you least expect it, I hear her in my head or see her in a dream, or see someone for a fleeting moment that reminds me of her, and your heart does skip a little step and you start to smile, perhaps that is her way of letting me know she is there.

I am sure your Mum will having a party and proudly talking about all of you to the people who have gone before and who she has missed whilst proudly displaying her new shoes and pedicure.

Joanna Jenkins said...

Oh Lulu, I am so very sorry. My heart is with you and I'm sending love and hugs your way.

Knowing you all had to leave the room so your mom could pass is amazing and so incredibly generous and selfless.

Your mom sounds like an amazing woman and I look forward to reading more about her in your coming posts.

Hang in there honey. xoxoxo jj

She Said said...

Thank you for sharing such a meaningful and kind post. I am struggling to type this with my blurry vision (thank you, tears). My heart goes to you and your family. I am so sorry.

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Insanitykim said...

Awww Lulu...

I am just getting back into blogging. What a touching post. Hugs to you during this time! What you said about the phone calls, and your relationship, I totally understand that. Through your posts one could see what a special relationship the two of you had. Hoping you feel peace and joy, remembering your mom.