I write this blog to clear my head of sorts. This is my story of one journey ending. It is 4:10am and I should be sleeping, but I blog.
Time to face the music. We met at the funeral home. Words were exchanged between my brother and us girls. (Let it go.) Things can be the way he wants them to be. That said, the mortician is very nice...this business has been in his family for some time. (He is younger than me but we shared a class at the university. I wondered then how he could want to be a mortician?)
The most difficult part of that visit was when he gave us the jewelry that Mom always wore: two rings and her watch. I made sure my sister got Mom's good ring and I took the one that my son gave her one year. I also have her watch. It is all scratched up, but it is Mom's. The act of receiving the jewelry was so painfully final.
Mom is being cremated and the service will be a Christian burial. I picked out three songs that my son can download and be played on cassette: "The Old Rugged Cross," "Amazing Grace" and "How Great Thou Art" all done by country artists as my mom sure did like her country! My sister and I will do a picture board.
I had picked up some boxes to be filled as we have to empty the room by Monday (today). Walking down the hall of the health care center, the tears started to flow. I was the first one there and alone. Mom was not in her chair; her bed had already been stripped. I called hubby and asked him to come.
We are donating the lift chair to the center and also much of her clothing. What do we do with all of her stuffed animals? They will use them for Bingo prizes.
My head and heart were pounding all day. I couldn't relax or sleep. I did laundry and looked for things for the funeral. I spent a large amount of time on the phone, especially with my friend Linda, who lost her own mother (was it last year?). I am also getting closer to another friend who had lost a mother. I never realized the pain. We all spoke of how peacefully Mom went and that she is with the Lord. I still miss her though.