Thank you guys, you all are really very kind....
It's almost a month now and I'm still in shock. I still burst into tears countless times a day at the slightest breeze of a butterfly's wings.. :cry:
I've gotten cards from family, friends and even some of you guys sent cards. I haven't had the heart to open any of them yet. I guess I need to.
Mom passed away on the 14th. I guess on the 14th, tomorrow, I'll sit down and open them.
I need to write thank you letters to a lot of people and I haven't been able to pull myself together enough to do it.
I've let everything go to h*ll here. My house is a mess. I just throw stuff on the floor, mail, paper, junk, trash, everything.
My house looks like one of those places on that hoarders show. Some days I don't even know how many days have passed or what day or week it is.
I walked into my living room and found my plants wilted and near death because I lost track of time and forgot to water and care for them.
I freaked out and go on the ball and pulled them back from the brink, thankfully they recovered and are doing well now.
I'm just a mess now. I'm not functioning at full capacity. I just can't get over this and get things in order and get on with my life.
I manage to do only the essentials of basic survival. Some days I forget to eat. Many days I forget to take my medicines.
I finally figured out a method that I can use to indicate to me if I took my medicines or not. On even numbered days I stand all the bottles upright and on odd days I flip them all upside down.
If I open the cabinet on an even day and the bottles are still upside down then I know I haven't taken them yet and then do so right away. Later in the day I may not remember if I took them earlier so I look in the cabinet and see them right side up. I know then that I did take them earlier that day. It's not possible for me to go two days without my medicine (which would subvert my flipping method) because if I went that long I would be in the hospital.
So at least I've gotten this part of my life back on track. But everything else has gone to pot on me.
I have days where I'm just numb and I can't think or feel, I just function like a mindless robot and some days I can get a little done here and there just because I have to.
I finally fixed my messed up satellite pc this evening, or so I think I did. I guess I'll know in a few days...
Dad had me go with him to Michael's to get some picture frames and shadow boxes. He wants to put together some photos of Moms life and some dried flowers from the funeral and some small items that meant something to Mom and Dad in the shadow box. Of course he has no idea how to go about it, how to pick out frames, etc.. So I had to go along as adviser and consultant.. Dad was never very good at things like that, artsy-fartsy stuff..
And I've had to give Dad some advice on handling life without Mom. He seemed to think he needed to dive in and start doing this and that, cleaning things up (Mom was a hoarder and has TONS of things).. I told Dad to slow down and let things cool down a few months or even a few years. If Mom hadn't of died her stuff would still be there another 20 or 30 years anyway. Leaving it as it is for a year or two will not hurt anything at all. They each had their own space and didn't mess with each other's stuff. And besides, it upsets me that he seems to be so anxious to clean her stuff out so soon. So what I want to do is get rid of all the cr*p in my house, clean it all out so that I have room to move Mom's things over here. If Dad doesn't want to save her things, I darn sure will do it. Really, Mom has a LOT of stuff. I need a whole other house just for all her doll house and miniatures stuff.
It's really, really hard to believe that this is real. In my mind I keep going back and trying to relive that day but with a different outcome. I want my mom back more than anything else in the world.. I just can't accept that she's gone... :cry:
Here's a photo of my patio where I like to sit and meditate. I'm surrounded there by Mom's plants that I inherited and now care for. They keep me in touch with the earth and with Mom's memory.
You can click the small image to see a much larger version of it (25 megapixels)
You can only see about 1/5 of her plants, there are many, many more of them behind where I was standing and to the sides out of the field of view of the camera. It was a night shot with a long exposure (28 seconds) so that's why it's illuminated strangely. One of my hobbies is photography so I've been dabbling in that more lately as a form of escapism.
I don't know... I feel guilty. I feel like I failed my Mom. I feel like I should have known something was wrong and forewarned her to get checked and she would still be alive today.
And I'm P*SSED that she never had a second chance. People have heart attacks all the time and live. A guy I know, smokes like a freight train, he's had more heart attacks than I can count, he's had countless stents and bypasses and eats nitro like it's candy and he's still alive and huffing away on his stinking cancer sticks. Why is he still alive?????????

It's not fair...
My mom died without warning and she had no chance at all. None. It really, really p*sses me off!!
Everyone figured Mom would outlive everyone else by many years. Her mom passed away at the age of 99 years. My mom should have lived at least into her 90's... But she just barely made it a month past 74... That, is not fair... :cry:
I dunno... I'm really angry and I want to take it out on someone or something. I want revenge but there's no one I can bash up....
That's not very good of me to think and feel that way. It doesn't fit into the "
Right Thought" model.
It's going to be a long time before I can function properly in this world again..
I need to work on my shortcomings, I need to spend a lot more time outside on my patio tending Mom's plants and meditating.
I miss my mom badly... :cry: