A month has passed since your funeral, and you’ve been gone for almost two month. Some days, which are most days, are still so surreal and hard. I am waiting to wake up from this horrible dream, but I won’t and you are gone. I know you are always with me, you continue to live within my heart, and yet it is not the same as nothing replaces you physically being here. To hear you talk, to laugh with you, just seeing you be. Days are tough but the nights are the worst. When the hectic from the day returns to silence and the grief finds a way to be felt louder. I just can’t believe you are gone, that we never talk again. Some days I am angry at you for leaving like this, without anything. You knew and yet you took your secret with you, without saying anything, no word for me, or the ones left behind to mourn and miss you so much. And yet I understand and I know you could have not let go otherwise. I truly hope that you are at peace. I can’t say that I am yet and most days start with tears and end with tears. Not counting the hours in between where memories sneak in and remind me. I sorted more of your paperwork and last things from the nursing home. The things that were with you last, that witnessed the energy of your life dwindle away. It’s hard and it never goes without heartbreak to touch those things.
Monday was extra emotional for me and I didn’t put it together at first. I kept busy for part of the day, but soon realized that after my errands, I was looking for ways to distract myself. I was treating myself with a new lipstick. I bought the same one last year and it quickly became a favorite, until I lost it once I returned to the states. It’s a miracle I found the same one again, but it soon had me tears as I walked out of the store.I knew all too well that I was placing a bandaid onto what really was going on, that I was trying to lift my spirits. I was running from the memories, and my feelings. I know it’s no solution, but sometimes I feel I have to. Sometimes I feel that the sadness is physically manifesting inside of me and there are a few reasons as to why I say this. In any case, I did my best while I suddenly remembered that it was a month since your funeral.
I have nearly one month left here in Germany, and much still needs handling. It’s been a crash course in all sorts of things and it’s amazing how much you learn in a short time. What needs to be taken care of and handled, and what might not get done in time.
I have a court appointment on Wednesday about the inheritance, getting the house into my name and so forth. I need to be identified as next of kin and the only one. I arranged to get a copy of my birth record. It looks different then my birth certificate which is in the States, and I found out what time I was born. I have always wondered, but Mom never really remembered the exact time. It was 7:45 AM, July 20th, at home, in a little village called Marktbergel is when I saw my first light. I cried as I saw it, with a different meaning I never thought of before. In the past I was curious about the time for astrology reasons, but now I was thinking that it was “that moment” when our story began. The story of Mom and me, when she gave birth to me and I became her daughter in the physical world.
Remember that you are not alone, dear friend.
Send you love and light ❤
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It’s still so hard most days. I’ve never der more devastates and so much pain in my heart.
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I can only imagine that and send you all my love.
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It means so much. I’m blessed and thank you.
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💖
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Sending you love and hugs, there are no goodbyes, just I am off for a bit, and I will see you later in the light x
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You are absolutely right and I thank you for your kind words. Xo
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It is such a painful thing of your moms returning, and it is compounded by the many things around it that must be done in such a short space of time. And in that, all of her things will touch your heart like never before, and there are so many of them.
But that too has the beauty of touching you, remembering her in so many ways. To allow that grief and the bittersweet memories that is the journey you shared…and still do.
Much love and light to you Rhapsody, and a hug to share that pain ❤️ xo
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Time is running and flying by. I can’t believe how much I accomplished and what an overwhelming amount could and to some point still needs to be done. It’s been hard to say the least.
To find Dads death certificate from 45 years ago as he died in an accident at work which I never gotten over. To find papers about being a partial orphan and much more.
Thank you for the light, some days I still need it so much ❤️
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Given with great love dear lady, and another hug to lighten the load ❤️
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Needed, much needed. ❤️
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Am sorry for your lost. Two months is still very fresh, I know that feeling. “Some days I am angry at you for leaving like this, without anything.” This is really touching. Give it time. You know what, this is also the part of life that we must allow ourselves to experience. It is beautiful in a strange way. A time will come when you will look back on this event and be glad that you have had this experience. You are never alone. Hugs.
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I think I understand what you are saying and I dare to say that I have experienced small glimpses of this feeling already. It is strange, beautiful and painful all in one. Sometimes the pain is so raw and letting it out without holding back is as if you really get in touch with yourself, feeling and experiencing it all. In a strange way it’s comforting and necessary. Hugs
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Just reading that now makes me think I should get my birth record. I think I was early though
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You should take a look 😉
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I think I will
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Let me know if you find something.
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I will… the way I feel at times I think I’m adopted lol
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Haha I guess there is always a possibility. 😉
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It is… scary to think about.
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All is well and it isn’t so.
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