18 June 2006

Well the "hostage" situation has ended.

We got mom's ashes paid for and into the family's possession. Currently I have them. Not sure where she is going to go, so for now, she will be shared, joint custody with my sister. Not sure that my brother would want her ashes out with him and his family. Might be a bit hard for my nephew to understand.

Humor adds much to the tolerance of grief.

Thus...

Mom went on a road trip this weekend after we "sprung" her from being a hostage at the funeral home. Okay, so it's weird, but who cares, it's an object, not mom, not really, and it's not disrespect. We loved her and we miss her. Mostly as I said, humor adds much tolerance to grief. Mom would have liked us laughing more, and crying less... and yes, even at the "expense" of her ashes.

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within my heart
so far away
it beats on
there is no wrong
not within the heart
where love resides

a song of heart
crumbling as though to break
shatters
splinters
fractures

a look up
a look within
a comforting grasp
a peace
from Him

05 June 2006

Minutes make hours, hours make days and days come together into months... yesterday was a month without mom. Her death has brought a closeness with family I never knew possible, but levels of stress at times that are hard to bear. And now there is my grandmother's health that is questionable and my sister and I are nearly at wits end as to what to do now.

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My heart is too far from me and out of my grasp by phone or every other method of communication. I love and miss him so. To run to him I wish I could, for not my comfort alone, but to ease his heart at this time, with his family. Ich liebe dich!