I don’t know. I think time creates distance and distance creates an ease of pain. The wounds are still there.
You just get used to the wounds. I mean, if you crash on your bike and scrape up your knee…it hurts really bad the first day.
The second day hurts too, and the wound is still there…but the pain isn’t as intense, because you’re used to feeling it.
That’s kind of how it is.
So I thought a blog would be best.
Originally it was for her..meant for her to dictate to me what she wanted everyone to know.
But quickly, she realized, even that was tiring.
So, I just observed and wrote. I shared her joy, her pain, her doctor’s appointments, her needs.
It was the only way I could cope. Writing had been a big deal in my life, but I used it for work…for writing scripts.
Personal writing wasn’t something I did.
It became my healing. My therapy. My support system.
That was hard, because I knew how many people were going to read that and weep.
I knew how many friends were going to be crushed by the news she was gone.
I knew how painful it would be to write the actual words….my mother had passed away.
January 24th 2009 Update:
Rose passed away this morning at 12:20am. She was surrounded by family and left us quickly.
She is with the Lord and now has no more suffering. We all have peace with that.
God bless you all for your prayers.