My mom left her body last night. My dad called my sister because it was the only number he could find. My sister tried to call me but I didn't have my phone, I was at a party surrounded by lovely women and children, a baby on my lap. I am sure if my mother looked for me as she was ascending she would have smiled to see me there happy and having a great time.
I am sad. I really didn't think I would be. I know that sounds terrible but I disconnected from her so many years ago, I made her a person in the background someone who had to be carefully watched and dealt with, someone you couldn't trust, someone who might do the wrong thing, someone you had to invite because it was the right thing to do. I did it because she hurt me, hurt people I loved.
My mother was an interesting person and people loved her, she was loved. She chose a family of friends, my father, a lifestyle that could not include me or my children. She wanted it all, felt she deserved it but I wouldn't let her have it, wouldn't life in her world. It really was not a punishment just a choice on my part and a relief to her sometimes. What I needed from her was not something she had to give and being with me made that too clear to both of us.
She had a good heart, she loved me the best way she could, she wanted to be a part of my family, she wanted and needed me to remember how hard she tried when she was young to be a mother. I remember, I know she loved us, I know she did the best she could.
I am not missing a "mother" today because I have not had one for a long time. I am sad because it was such a hard life for her, it was a painful journey and she held on so tight to it anyway. She was a strong woman in so many ways, it never made sense.
She deserved a better daughter, there are things I did not do that I should have and things I said I wish I could take back. She made me strong, I would have to be strong in this life but it also made me hard.
I waited for her to visit last night, she promised she would. It didn't happen.
She laid in her bed looking like someone I did not recognize. I wanted to say she looked peaceful but she didn't, she looked like she fought it to the end, thats just the way she did things. I pray that my grandmother came to get her and she is reunited with the people who loved her.
There are things to thank her for; introducing me to the paranormal, teaching me to sew and cook, giving us silly celebrations, staying up with me when I was sick, making me that scarecrow costume in 2nd grade, filling our house with music, terrible haircuts and handmade dresses, buying me crayons, teaching me to read when I was four, telling me that I may be an ugly duckling but one day I would be a swan.
Rest in Peace mama, then wake up and do this again, I know you loved life, and I think you could rock it in a healthy body with a healthy mind.