Crazy Emotions
I was thinking of what I could write about today without being morbid. After reading Iggy’s post it started to crawl on me, that ugly-sad feeling of facing my grandmother’s death on my return home. I was there when they buried her and that passed by so quickly. Get off plane, sleep, and wake-up and go bury woman who raised you and get back on plane to NYC. Yes, I was in shock.Now I go back home in hopes of closing some open wounds that have slightly started to open up more and more over the past two months. I think of Spaceman and Iggy and wonder if their wounds are also starting to open at this time, being that it is a time often spent with family and friends.
My grandmother’s home, the home that I always felt to be mine is now empty. It’s was being fixed up and now it’s ready to rent to some strangers. I sometimes call the old phone number in hopes of maybe her picking up, but all I get is the disconnected number lady. All my life I have been able to call that number and find some hope, a story, a laugh, and a place to be vulnerable. Now, well now I dial the number and a lady picks up telling me this number is no good...how can it be no good when it was so great all my life?
In closing, I leave you with this quote:
Death, you bastard, for making life so empty.
posted by Joaquin "The Rooster" Ochoa @ 8:38 AM
1 Comments:
Joaquin, the only words of comfort I can give you is to look to your heart for that's where your dear grandmum resides now. The holidays were just around the corner 4 years ago when my mother died. That first christmas was very hard, but I learned to look around me and take comfort from friends and family and give comfort in return. I now have a lifetime of memories to tap into when her absence is felt most acutely and, somehow, that gets me through the hard times.
I feel for you, kiddo, and wish I could give you a big, warm hug right now.
--Maudie
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