Posted by redsoxbatgirl on April 8th, 2009
I lost it today. Not in the normal sense where I get kinda crazy and bitchy and stormy. I lost it pretty evenly….sobbing uncontrollably over a Grey’s Anatomy episode. There was this scene where this old woman who kept living even though “her people” were told time and time again that she was dying. When she actually did die…and “her people” stayed around and held her hand and her head….I lost it.
A few days ago…I cleaned out the trunk of my car….(don’t worry…I’ll link this together soon). For most people…this is a common event…people just DO this. But I don’t. I didn’t in my 99 Honda…which still contained left overs from my divorce and then was transferred to my 04 Honda when a 94 year old man totaled my 99 Honda. I just transferred….I didn’t clean or weed out. I simply put what was once at home in my 99 Honda into my 04 Honda. It was simple…I just never used my trunk…sometimes I’d throw something new in there…but for the most part…it didn’t get opened and I lived an oblivious trunk life. Well…I cleaned it out a few days ago. Inside were bits and pieces of my life that I choose to push back. My divorce, my breakup with Dennis, my shitty relationship with Gil…and my Dad. His Death Certificate….his laminated funeral home card thingie….pictures……memories….memories that until this Grey’s Anatomy just hung over my head and clung to my heart…like this deep heavy thing that weighed my chest down. So when I saw that woman die….with “her people” around her….I lost it. I wasn’t there when my dad breathed his last breath….I wasn’t there because I was going to pick up my daughter because my ex wasn’t available to keep her…..I’m SO angry…I’m so angry at myself for not going to see him in the nursing home….for avoiding it because it made me throw up when I left…..I’m so disappointed in myself for choices I made after he died….for giving up on MY life because it wasn’t the same without him in it.
So I sobbed….and I sobbed out loud because no one was home to hear it. And I have stuff to do…stuff that I’m putting off because I’m writing this post…because I needed to….to write it down….to try and write away with silly words that dark heavy feeling I have in my chest. In May it will be 2 years…..2 years of not having my dad with me….and I have made it a pretty shitty 2 years….something my dad wouldn’t have been proud of….but he would have stuck with me…because he did that. He always did that. In a silent hiding behind my mom way….he always loved me…no matter how much I fucked up. And THAT is what I miss. I’ll never replace that. Not with a boyfriend…not with a bestfriend….not even with a sister who loves me even when I call and tell her all the things I do wrong….I’ll never have that sort of love again. And it makes me a bit empty inside. Death is shitty. And I’m still in mourning…in this crazy way….I’m in mourning.
But I plod on. I plod on and look forward to the days ahead because I have my daughter….and she remembers Papa still…..i bought her a ring pop at Walmart a week ago…and as we were walking out and she was licking it she said, “This is just like at the football games with Papa…” She remembers…..she’s got a bit of him in her heart…..and I love her even more for that.
So that’s the end of this dreadful post. I know it’s pretty heavy and down….but I had to get it out there….I had to.
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