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Okay…there are other things going on that I need to blog about. But chronology be damned I will get to those later.
Today is my mom’s birthday. She passed away a week before Christmas of last year. Just a little over 7 months ago. I honestly don’t know how I am supposed to handle this. Do I just deal and respond to a birthday with the same idle nonchalance that I did when she was alive? Am I allowed to make a big deal out of it since she isn’t around? Is it hopelessly selfish of me to get all misty and break down and cry at the drop of a hat because she isn’t here? Tell me what I am supposed to do. Let me know what is appropriate here and what is okay and I will do it. Tell me why I shouldn’t feel guilty about missing the hell out of her when, in the fucking supposedly important maelstrom of daily meetings, dishes, car washes, Mom and I would pass the cursory phone call and card on that one day a year. The one day when you should genuinely celebrate the other person. Celebrate that they are there! Celebrate that she helped bring you into this world!
But I didn’t. She didn’t. We didn’t.
“We’re just not big birthday people.”
That is what I would say to everyone. Maybe a card. More often than not, just a phone call. Sometimes there were trips to take, or the time difference would just prevent her/me from calling exactly ON the birthday. “Oh, one more day is no biggie. I’ll just call tomorrow. That’s just how Mom and I am. It’s okay.”
So now here I am..it’s her birthday…she is gone…and it is the biggest deal ever. I miss her. These past couple of weeks I have been so out of sorts. So depressed and I didn’t know why. Maybe subconsciously I saw this on the horizon. I don’t know. But now that it is here it makes me sad. Super Sad.
I sent a dozen roses to her grave site. I know they won’t last. I know it is ridiculous. At first I thought that a donation to a non-profit would be good. But I know Mom. She wants stuff. She likes to get stuff. She appreciates non-profits. But she wants stuff. So even in death I am trying to give her what she wants. Are roses the best flowers for a grave site? Hell no. But Mom wouldn’t want something stuffy. “Those kind of flowers are for dead people! Yuck!” I can almost hear her.
So I called yesterday and ordered flowers. They totally understood and asked what I wanted on the card. I was breaking up as I gave them all of our names, knowing that there really would be no one on the other end to read this card. It would just sit there. A one-sided “Happy Birthday” without a Mom to smile..to think about her kids..reflect on her family. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
After I hung up, I had to leave the office for a while. It was not pretty.
Anyway, just heard from Teresa saying that she heard Aerosmith’s “Dude Looks Like a Lady” and got all misty thinking bout Mom. That was one of her fave songs believe it or not. She was a weirdo. She was silly…fun…and she was our Mom.
So happy birthday Mom. You ARE missed…and we all love you…you have no idea how much.



