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A tale mostly told...

The day of my father's funeral, when all the services were done, respects paid and hands shaken, the family went back to Grandpa Wallick's house on "O" street, less than a mile from the cemetery.

Working through the story... )
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
A tale mostly told...

The day of my father's funeral, when all the services were done, respects paid and hands shaken, the family went back to Grandpa Wallick's house on "O" street, less than a mile from the cemetery.

Working through the story... )
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
This is probably the hardest entry I have ever written. It's long, and pretty sad in a lot of ways. You can skip this one if you like, you won't hurt my feelings. Writing is a nice place to grieve, and I'm still working out my feelings. This is all part of it.

It was the day of my mother's funeral, and it was snowing.

I like that line, a lot. It is instantly descriptive, instantly - though non-specifically - evocative. The reader, that would be you, by the way, is free to fill in any imagery that pleases. And you will be seeing it again, at least once more.

My mother's passing was not a sad affair. I'm sad for my loss, to be sure, but mother finally got what she wanted: an end to Earthly pain, and she'd had a lot of it even before marrying "Mr. Bullshit and Turnips." Loss ganged up on her in 1977, when she lost her third son to suicide and her mother to age, and again in 1984 when first her father died, then a month later her husband, then six months later her last remaining relative, the legendary Aunt Kathryn. How she was able to hold on until 2006 I'll never understand beyond pharmaceuticals.

The little funeral program had, like so many of them do, a little scripture inside. Most of the time, you get the 23rd Psalm, or the little bit from the Gospels (or was it Paul..?) that says, in effect, "From the dust of the ground the Lord formed you, and to the dust ye shall return." I brought you into this world, and I can take you back out and make another one just like you. Something like that, anyway.

Not this funeral card. Courtesy snip... )
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
This is probably the hardest entry I have ever written. It's long, and pretty sad in a lot of ways. You can skip this one if you like, you won't hurt my feelings. Writing is a nice place to grieve, and I'm still working out my feelings. This is all part of it.

It was the day of my mother's funeral, and it was snowing.

I like that line, a lot. It is instantly descriptive, instantly - though non-specifically - evocative. The reader, that would be you, by the way, is free to fill in any imagery that pleases. And you will be seeing it again, at least once more.

My mother's passing was not a sad affair. I'm sad for my loss, to be sure, but mother finally got what she wanted: an end to Earthly pain, and she'd had a lot of it even before marrying "Mr. Bullshit and Turnips." Loss ganged up on her in 1977, when she lost her third son to suicide and her mother to age, and again in 1984 when first her father died, then a month later her husband, then six months later her last remaining relative, the legendary Aunt Kathryn. How she was able to hold on until 2006 I'll never understand beyond pharmaceuticals.

The little funeral program had, like so many of them do, a little scripture inside. Most of the time, you get the 23rd Psalm, or the little bit from the Gospels (or was it Paul..?) that says, in effect, "From the dust of the ground the Lord formed you, and to the dust ye shall return." I brought you into this world, and I can take you back out and make another one just like you. Something like that, anyway.

Not this funeral card. Courtesy snip... )
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With apologies to [livejournal.com profile] fantomas71.

It was the day of my mother's funeral, and it was snowing.

Death visits Nebraska... )
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (hat)
With apologies to [livejournal.com profile] fantomas71.

It was the day of my mother's funeral, and it was snowing.

Death visits Nebraska... )
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
I'm not really ready to write about this, though I want to just for the catharsis of it, because I need to get the facts down before my foggy synapses lose the memories. The quick facts, then, and to bed. After a day spent toolin' all over south-Eastern Nebraska, I'm pooped. No, more than pooped. Fucked-up-exhausted.

My mother died this morning at 12:43. Courtesy snip... )
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
I'm not really ready to write about this, though I want to just for the catharsis of it, because I need to get the facts down before my foggy synapses lose the memories. The quick facts, then, and to bed. After a day spent toolin' all over south-Eastern Nebraska, I'm pooped. No, more than pooped. Fucked-up-exhausted.

My mother died this morning at 12:43. Courtesy snip... )

Mom update

Jan. 10th, 2006 01:52 pm
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A quick update:

A bit more detail before I go back to pretending what I'm doing here at work is interesting enough to keep me engaged.

Courtesy snip )

Mom update

Jan. 10th, 2006 01:52 pm
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
A quick update:

A bit more detail before I go back to pretending what I'm doing here at work is interesting enough to keep me engaged.

Courtesy snip )
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
So very strange, how a person's life and outlook can change in just a matter of minutes. When my sister called tonight from Colorado at 10:00pm (our time), I knew something was in the wind, a change coming for me and, by extension, my family.

My sister's basic message was brief: Our mother is dying, and will probably be gone within the next two weeks.

Courtesy snip... )
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
So very strange, how a person's life and outlook can change in just a matter of minutes. When my sister called tonight from Colorado at 10:00pm (our time), I knew something was in the wind, a change coming for me and, by extension, my family.

My sister's basic message was brief: Our mother is dying, and will probably be gone within the next two weeks.

Courtesy snip... )

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