It’s going to be a road… That was one of my responses to the “how are you doing” question since my Mom passed. What am I supposed to say? Nothing against the question, or the concern shown by the person asking it; I appreciate that. I appreciate all the folks that have checked in with me over the last month plus. I had a lot of people tell me they were thinking about me and the family on Mother’s Day; that was nice… well, it wasn’t nice, but you know what I mean. It’s going to be a process; has it really even sunk in yet? I guess so. Certainly it’s going to take longer than 2 weeks to return to normal… the NEW normal, because it ain’t going back to normal, right? Right.
Yeah, so we’re on the road; we’re getting there. I guess I could talk about it every day; it’s not something I sit and dwell on day in day out, but it certainly passes through my head numerous times per day. That’s normal right? Whatever… I don’t care what “normal” is any more. It is what it is, and I am how I am right now. Things are getting better, I mean, from a work and personal perspective. I’m doing a little more than the bare essentials nowadays. I’ve caught up with some stuff at work, some stuff around the house; still have some more to do, for sure. The upcoming 3 day weekend will allow for a little more of that catch up. In a pretty good spot at work, although I do need to get out to talk to everyone; was planning on doing that when I returned from Easter vacation, and, well…
Definitely trying to keep an eye on my Dad, and my sister… the two taking it the hardest right now; I get it. I feel the way I feel; I’m sure my brother feels the way he feels. But them? Yeah, multiply that out a bit. We’re all on that road. The good thing is that we can be on that road together. Sure, we’re not in the same car, and we may not be at the same point on that road; that’s OK. But yeah, we’re working through it together; trying to support each other along the way. If there’s one thing I know, it’s that; this is the only way to go. This support, any and all support, is welcomed right now; I know that. Again, I appreciate all the support I get.
Poor me; I lost my Mom. Yeah, it does suck. Yeah, life hits hard sometimes; I’ve certainly been hit hard before… I’ve bounced back; I always do. I will this time too, and the next time, and the next time… There are no knockouts, only knockdowns. No tap outs, only grabbing the rope to break that hold. Come on ref; you see me grabbing the rope? OK, ending this pep talk; good talk. Back to BAU, right? Maybe NBAU… soon.
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