Katie loves Jump Rope for Heart and has been asking me to help her fundraise for about a week...I told her that since this year we have a big fundraising job (fundraising for both Mom and Dad to do the 3-day), we wouldn't be pushing a big campaign.
A special anniversary changed my mind.
Coincidentally, today Emma is the exact age that my sister Amy was when our Mom died. At around 11am today, I will be breathing a huge sigh of relief that I am still alive to mother Emma...and then I will start down the countdown to the day when Katie is the exact age that Julie was when our Mom died. (8 years, 5 months, and 16 days...on September 18th of this year Katie will be that age.) I've been hoping and praying to mother my children past all of these special anniversaries, and then to go on mothering into the new frontier (what would it be like to mother, or have a mother, past the age of 12 years, 5 months, and 12 days?). I can't wait to find out!
And so...
Jump Rope for Heart! In Memory of Grandma Cathi
2/4/10
Dear Dad
Dear Dad,
A burst of sunshine came through the clouds just as I was finishing up yesterday's post - it seems like things are a little brighter than they were yesterday. It is good to have a moment to think about what I have lost, what I miss, what I wish I had.It helps me then think of what I have, what I can work for, and what fun there still is to be had.
There is much to be thankful for - and top of the list is my family. I am so lucky to have Julie living nearby, to have such a close relationship with Amy, and to have my young ones developing wonderful relationships with my aunts. Yesterday, Aunt Perry dropped off 4 bags of canned goods after Emma emailed the family to ask for help with a canned food drive at school. Emma was jumping around the house, squealing and saying, "I have the best aunts!"
There are relationships to cherish, and relationships to form, and cement.
I know we'll be ok, soon.
Love,
Pam
A burst of sunshine came through the clouds just as I was finishing up yesterday's post - it seems like things are a little brighter than they were yesterday. It is good to have a moment to think about what I have lost, what I miss, what I wish I had.It helps me then think of what I have, what I can work for, and what fun there still is to be had.
There is much to be thankful for - and top of the list is my family. I am so lucky to have Julie living nearby, to have such a close relationship with Amy, and to have my young ones developing wonderful relationships with my aunts. Yesterday, Aunt Perry dropped off 4 bags of canned goods after Emma emailed the family to ask for help with a canned food drive at school. Emma was jumping around the house, squealing and saying, "I have the best aunts!"
There are relationships to cherish, and relationships to form, and cement.
I know we'll be ok, soon.
Love,
Pam
2/3/10
Dear Dad
Dear Dad,
Today I was dusting rather compulsively, albeit quickly, and I accidentally knocked down a folder on my bookshelf. Out fell cards, and pictures, and pages upon pages of memories people had shared with us over the first few days after your passing. Though I have not much time to clean the house before Nathan's friends and moms arrive, I took a few moments to read, and now, a few moments to write to you.
I was so angry immediately following your death that I didn't fully appreciate your career, or the impact you made on this region and the world during your time here on Earth. I felt that you had chosen to spend the precious time that you had with your career instead of with us. Now that I look back, I realize that you did spend time with us if we needed you. No, we did not get the chance to talk about your life, your wishes, your hopes, your prayers. We didn't get the chance for you to spend some good days out on the boat that summer, watching Emma jump off the side, watching Natalie and Noah take their first boat rides with their Bubba. It wasn't your fault, though, that we didn't get these moments - it was your stupid cancer's fault.
I remember how upset I was that you didn't want to talk, and now I am sorry that I was ever upset with you about it. I always realized that you were in pain but I couldn't understand how the emotions involved with what you were going through just wouldn't come out. I was upset that you couldn't or wouldn't talk about it.
I think I know now, Dad.
Looking back, I think you knew where we were headed, as a family...down the road of loss, and misery, and sadness, and grey days that don't end. You probably could not bear to think about it, much less talk about it. Whereas I was saying to the rest of us, "we can do this...we'll have the rest of our lives to put ourselves back together, we just have to help Dad now and worry about ourselves later"...you remembered how hard that is.
I was only 12 when we lost mom...and when we lost Grandpa and Grandma and Uncle Mike in those few years before her, they weren't my parents and my brother. Only you knew our road ahead - young parents, with no parents of our own to guide us, or love us, or share these memories of parenthood with us, and no time to even cry (without freaking out the children), or stay in bed for months, or go crazy and sell everything and travel the world like nomads until we find our joy again. We have other people to be responsible to now, others to love while we still carry this heavy, miserable grey load around day after day.
It is horrible, and you knew it would be. I didn't know what this would feel like - the loss, the memories, the missing parts of myself (you and Mom), and watching my children grow up without you. How much I would love to tell you about Emma! How she loves her family - your brothers, your sisters-in-law, your nephews, your niece...how she counts on them and thinks of them and they make her feel safe and proud of herself. I wish I could talk to Mom about my little middle child - the shining star who sparkles and then just as easily explodes...so much emotion and creativity and intelligence in that skinny little body. And Nathan...he is a boy you could really love - he's funny and and smart, and a joy to be around
You know the burden this is...the joy that my children loved you is now my misery that they miss you, my worries that the loss of you is too hard for them, my concern that I won't be able to keep it all together well enough so that I can raise them properly during these precious years.
And believe me, I am now probably happy that I didn't know HOW MUCH sadness was coming my way. It's a different kind of loss, and grieving, when you are 36, with no parents, with young children of your own. It's not at all fun.
So, Dad, it's ok that we didn't talk about it.
Love,
Your daughter always,
Pam
Today I was dusting rather compulsively, albeit quickly, and I accidentally knocked down a folder on my bookshelf. Out fell cards, and pictures, and pages upon pages of memories people had shared with us over the first few days after your passing. Though I have not much time to clean the house before Nathan's friends and moms arrive, I took a few moments to read, and now, a few moments to write to you.
I was so angry immediately following your death that I didn't fully appreciate your career, or the impact you made on this region and the world during your time here on Earth. I felt that you had chosen to spend the precious time that you had with your career instead of with us. Now that I look back, I realize that you did spend time with us if we needed you. No, we did not get the chance to talk about your life, your wishes, your hopes, your prayers. We didn't get the chance for you to spend some good days out on the boat that summer, watching Emma jump off the side, watching Natalie and Noah take their first boat rides with their Bubba. It wasn't your fault, though, that we didn't get these moments - it was your stupid cancer's fault.
I remember how upset I was that you didn't want to talk, and now I am sorry that I was ever upset with you about it. I always realized that you were in pain but I couldn't understand how the emotions involved with what you were going through just wouldn't come out. I was upset that you couldn't or wouldn't talk about it.
I think I know now, Dad.
Looking back, I think you knew where we were headed, as a family...down the road of loss, and misery, and sadness, and grey days that don't end. You probably could not bear to think about it, much less talk about it. Whereas I was saying to the rest of us, "we can do this...we'll have the rest of our lives to put ourselves back together, we just have to help Dad now and worry about ourselves later"...you remembered how hard that is.
I was only 12 when we lost mom...and when we lost Grandpa and Grandma and Uncle Mike in those few years before her, they weren't my parents and my brother. Only you knew our road ahead - young parents, with no parents of our own to guide us, or love us, or share these memories of parenthood with us, and no time to even cry (without freaking out the children), or stay in bed for months, or go crazy and sell everything and travel the world like nomads until we find our joy again. We have other people to be responsible to now, others to love while we still carry this heavy, miserable grey load around day after day.
It is horrible, and you knew it would be. I didn't know what this would feel like - the loss, the memories, the missing parts of myself (you and Mom), and watching my children grow up without you. How much I would love to tell you about Emma! How she loves her family - your brothers, your sisters-in-law, your nephews, your niece...how she counts on them and thinks of them and they make her feel safe and proud of herself. I wish I could talk to Mom about my little middle child - the shining star who sparkles and then just as easily explodes...so much emotion and creativity and intelligence in that skinny little body. And Nathan...he is a boy you could really love - he's funny and and smart, and a joy to be around
You know the burden this is...the joy that my children loved you is now my misery that they miss you, my worries that the loss of you is too hard for them, my concern that I won't be able to keep it all together well enough so that I can raise them properly during these precious years.
And believe me, I am now probably happy that I didn't know HOW MUCH sadness was coming my way. It's a different kind of loss, and grieving, when you are 36, with no parents, with young children of your own. It's not at all fun.
So, Dad, it's ok that we didn't talk about it.
Love,
Your daughter always,
Pam
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