Monday, June 6, 2011

My heart hurts


It hurts more than it did yesterday or the day before. My mind replays his last days and hours over and over. Those moments when I was prostrate with grief over his dead body are seared in my memory.  They are the first thing I think about when I wake up. When Im going to sleep I make an effort to fix my mind on something pleasant.
Today Frank went to the cremation services office and signed papers. He didnt let me go. Im glad. Even though we decided on simple cremation and burial at sea, it wasnt simple. It never is. He had to sign a lot of papers. And because I wasnt there he had to bring some home to me to sign. A neighbor who is a judge stopped by. One of the things he said was that we should get at least a half dozen certified death certificates.  Things come up. So I will go online and see what I need to do.
My wonderful sister, Sue is here. She is on a cleaning frenzy. She completely cleared the weeds and brush from under our big tree in the back yard and refilled it with wood chips. She also cleaned all around the patio area getting things ready for Wednesday's memorial. She is a master of planning big events. She is off shopping now. Thank heaven. I have no ambition for anything. If it was up to me, people would just come and go and I would sit and watch them.

1 comment:

  1. Dear Sallie and Frank,

    As you share the story of your grief and weeping over your son's body, I am reminded of my mother during those days when we came to realize that modern medicine could not save my brother's life. We had been given what I believe was false hope by the various specialists involved in my brother's care.

    As the days passed we came to the day when it was time to take him off of the ventilator. That morning, in the hotel room, with just me and my mom there, my mother began to cry. Great sobs that welled up from that primal place that we rarely go to. Helpless, I simply went and lay down beside her, cuddled up and held her as closely as I could. She cried until there were no tears left. At least for that day and that moment.

    Grief.

    An emotion that we can't control. One that will guide us on this journey of loss. May you feel the support of all those who have travelled this road before you and may you trust that you are never alone in this space.

    Reach out as you desire, knowing as you do, that no one can make the pain go away, but others can walk along side in friendship and love.

    We are just down the road a piece...

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