You might have guessed why I haven’t been around so far this week (not that you’d miss me or anything like that), my mother’s beau past away early Monday morning.
She had called me on Sunday, in a panic, because he had just slipped into a coma, and his two kids had decided to leave since he was no longer responsive. They didn’t want to see him like this. As if my mother did! Hubby and I made our way to the hospital. I had planned to stay with her and support her in whatever her decision would be. She was exhausted and very nervous. We spent the night up talking and reminiscing. I was there for her and that was what mattered to me.
Monday morning, since we didn’t sleep a wink we started to take care of things. We made the funeral arrangements, ordered flowers, placed an add in the paper, advised people, planed a buffet, etc. It was a long day. By the time I left her place, after one of her brother showed up, I was done. I got home, took a long hot shower, ate a bowl of cereal and crashed. According to Hubby I was knocked out cold. I did sleep for over ten hours. Tuesday was the viewing. What a long, strenuous, sad day.
This morning was the funeral service. Even if I wasn’t close to him, I did like him. He was a good old man, so I paid him a little tribute during the eulogy. I was a little more emotional than anticipated, and for that I blame my tiredness.
It’s always in occasions like these that you realise who your friends are. I was happy to see that some of our friends came to pay their respect even if they didn’t really know him nor my mother, but out of “respect” for me, they came. That touched me. I’m thankful for the really good friends in our lives.
Overall, everything went well and according to plan. Of course, I could tell you about how some people have no concept of respect and self-presentation; how I felt odd doing all the preparations when the deceased’s kids didn’t even offer to help in anyway… By the way, when I say “kids” both of them are older than I am, and not only by a few months, let’s think years. Since it’s been a long four days, I’ll leave you with this. I must say, it’s good to be home and to think that at least that part of the process is done. Now, I’ll have to deal with my mother’s sadness and take care of her… but that, I can manage, at least I think so…