Anyone who has lost someone they love knows this is true. For me in 2005 it was true x 3 and sucks didn't even begin to cover it. You see, on March 7, 2005 my mom lost her battle with cancer. I held her hand as she drew her last breath. My mom and I had a pretty typical mother/daughter relationship. In my teen years I saw her as evil. The older I got, the more I understood some things and made peace with the things I didn't like but couldn't change. When I became a mom, I learned to love my mom, flaws and all, just the way she was. We were always close, even during my perceived evil period, it was just sometimes we liked each other better than others. Her death was extremely hard on me, and I believe that's when the morphing began.
Toward the end of my mom's life, my dad was diagnosed with cancer. A little more morphing. He had surgery in May, 2005 and died of complications on May 21st. I was now an orphan! Losing my dad sucked BIG time, but he was with my mom and so I knew he was happy.
Both my parents were cremated, so we waited til summer for their memorial service. They lived in the UP, so there was family coming from out of state. Their memorial service was held in July - on my mom's birthday actually. My brother drove us up - my husband, my son and me. We all stayed at my parents house, my other brother lived there with them and well, it was home.
On the day of the service, we dressed up, even though it was hotter than Hades. My husband and son wore suits, and I wore a dress, nylons, and heels. When we got to church, I was surprised at how casually most people were dressed. As I stepped into the church, up by the alter were their urns. And there were pictures of when they were young, and a picture taken years before at my wedding. It was overwhelming, and I lost it and I morphed a little more that day.
The months went by, and I tried dealing with death yet all the while, unnoticed by me, I was morphing. And then at Christmas time I was to learn what hell on earth really felt like...
Toward the end of my mom's life, my dad was diagnosed with cancer. A little more morphing. He had surgery in May, 2005 and died of complications on May 21st. I was now an orphan! Losing my dad sucked BIG time, but he was with my mom and so I knew he was happy.
Both my parents were cremated, so we waited til summer for their memorial service. They lived in the UP, so there was family coming from out of state. Their memorial service was held in July - on my mom's birthday actually. My brother drove us up - my husband, my son and me. We all stayed at my parents house, my other brother lived there with them and well, it was home.
On the day of the service, we dressed up, even though it was hotter than Hades. My husband and son wore suits, and I wore a dress, nylons, and heels. When we got to church, I was surprised at how casually most people were dressed. As I stepped into the church, up by the alter were their urns. And there were pictures of when they were young, and a picture taken years before at my wedding. It was overwhelming, and I lost it and I morphed a little more that day.
The months went by, and I tried dealing with death yet all the while, unnoticed by me, I was morphing. And then at Christmas time I was to learn what hell on earth really felt like...
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