Saturday night my mother had a stroke, and because she was on blood thinners for other conditions she bled quickly and profusely into the brain. She died Sunday morning, after several doctors told us several different ways that there was nothing they could do. This has been very hard for me; I suppose that should go without saying. I am 41 years old and I have never experienced a loss like this, and I know that means I have been incredibly fortunate. But this has been very hard for me.
In the time since we have been busy making arrangements, calling family and friends, preparing for the funeral, and I have been constantly hearing people talk about my mother meeting up with her family that has gone before her and about how we will meet again.
I do wish I believed this. I have tried to believe this. There may have been a time when I could have forced myself to believe this, but not now. I could be wrong, but I just cannot believe this is true. Please understand I am not posting this because I want anyone to try to convince me this is true, and I am not asking for prayers, and I am not looking for debate of any kind. I actually have no idea why I am posting this, but I am.
My mother is not just in the next room, she is not waiting for us, and she has not been reunited with her Father. She is dead.
Maybe that is why I am posting this here. Because I cannot say these things. And I must say these things.
But if reality is in the mind, then my Mother does still exist. She is as present in my mind as ever. I still hear her voice and see here face clearly. I wonder if I always will. And I understand why people believe the dead live on. Because I do still see her, I do still hear her. She is still with us. But she is dead.
In the time since we have been busy making arrangements, calling family and friends, preparing for the funeral, and I have been constantly hearing people talk about my mother meeting up with her family that has gone before her and about how we will meet again.
I do wish I believed this. I have tried to believe this. There may have been a time when I could have forced myself to believe this, but not now. I could be wrong, but I just cannot believe this is true. Please understand I am not posting this because I want anyone to try to convince me this is true, and I am not asking for prayers, and I am not looking for debate of any kind. I actually have no idea why I am posting this, but I am.
My mother is not just in the next room, she is not waiting for us, and she has not been reunited with her Father. She is dead.
Maybe that is why I am posting this here. Because I cannot say these things. And I must say these things.
But if reality is in the mind, then my Mother does still exist. She is as present in my mind as ever. I still hear her voice and see here face clearly. I wonder if I always will. And I understand why people believe the dead live on. Because I do still see her, I do still hear her. She is still with us. But she is dead.