This is your second Birthday in Heaven. Funny how I miss you like it was yesterday that we said goodbye. I remember how we celebrated in years gone past. "hey Mom, what do you want to do for your birthday"... You'd always say, "oh, you don't have to do anything." Then I'd press, and you'd have a whole days agenda planned. Breakfast, and a trip to the ocean, lunch at Newicks and Daiquiris on the deck at sunset. Most likely flowers would be involved... at the end of the day you'd say, "the best part was just spending time with you." I wish now, that I'd spent more time with you. What I wouldn't give for just one more day.
Your rhododendron is doing great, planted out back by the fireplace. The kids are well, your "neighbor" Tommy is out of the navy now and lives right down the street. He misses you too. J is doing well, glad to be done with HS and finding out how fun this adulting thing is. She seems to have a new respect for me, or is at least more empathetic to my feelings, since I lost you. I think it's the first time she's seen something hit me as profoundly as this, and she treads gently with lots of hugs.
As for me, I'm considering a new job. Working overnight in the hospice house is draining, and I don't know, Mom. Since your death, and the others ... I just don't seem to have the passion any more. Gonna go back to On call. You always laughed at how I like to "put out fires" as you called it. Remember all those times I'd have to take notes for me, when we were driving somewhere and I'd get a call. You'd remind me to put in my mileage, and mutter things like, "give me a break, don't they know the morphine will help them?" and "geesh, they're on narcotics, even I know they've gotta have a bowel program!"
So, as you know, Jim died. His pancreatic cancer took him so quickly! 2 months from dx to death. I was so very blessed and honored to be asked to take care of him for those 2 months. I did my job, and what I promised him I'd do. He was always comfortable, his dignity was maintained. I wish I had been afforded the time to care for you in the same way, but I know that your quick death was the best thing for you. You didn't have time to be scared or short of breath. You were just sleepy and passed. Such a merciful thing for you and your anxiety laden mind. I'm glad I was right there, holding your hand. I hope Jim's still bringing you the papers and telling you corny jokes. (grin) Terry died too, just last week. That happened quickly as well, they called that he was less responsive on Friday, and he died on Monday. Again, I was fortunate enough to be right there, holding his hand and giving him love as he took his last breath. Funny, you know how he layed there, waiting to die for 2 yrs... then it happens, and there's this big hole. I guess, more accurately, that the hole is just bigger and bigger with each loss. Eh, I'll muddle thru. You know how it is.
I hear you once in awhile. I'm grateful for all the times I've said out loud, "Hey Mom, can you help me find this..." and I know you're chuckling as you put whatever it is, right at my fingertips. Several times after asking, you've shown me to what I've lost, usually my debit card. I remember when Tim would go on TDY, after a couple days you'd text me and ask, "so, have you lost the checkbook yet?" lol. You've stopped to visit me in my dreams once too. Recently you woke me up when it was time for work. I woke to your voice, clear as day, saying, "Becky, it's time to wake up now." I wish you had stayed, but I appreciate the touch.
Well Mom, I guess that's it for now. I don't really know about this heaven/afterlife thing, but if it exists, I hope you're up there doing the things you love. Is there a big casino in the sky? Hope you're there... Drink in one hand, butt in the other, winning big and shouting, "yeeha!" Keep an eye out for Terry, he's got a huge hug for ya, straight from Alton NH. I love you Mom.
Just imagine... 1.3 BILLION dollars! That's what the megabucks is at right now. I hafta admit, I sent my son down to the local market to pick up a ticket. It only takes ONE, right? I don't regularly play. Not sure why not. There's something exciting about dreaming of the possibilities. Naively, I ignore the inconveniences for the time being. So, let's see... In no particular order:
pay off the mortgage
buy a new car, maybe that loaded Rubicon I've been trying to design for myself
It goes without saying that I'd pay off all my bills, OUR bills.
Yes, I'd consult a lawyer about HOW to invest/set aside money for our kids, our kids kids etc.
I'd pay off my foster fathers hospital bills, as well as other close family members
The kids. I'd start off by putting money aside for the grandkids educations...
then I'd buy homes for each of my kids, as well as new cars, etc.
Charities. Yes, of course. Let's see. I'd start with the womens half-way house/recovery house that is being proposed in the Dover area. I'd probably start a foundation and focus on homeless people, womens health, safe houses.
I'd donate monies to help military families reconnect and carry on life after their troop comes back from deployment
I'd have a play space. a house/building, with different play rooms according to interests at that time.
My friends would have homes (or RVs) that afforded them the ability to live closer to me.
My job. Yeah, I'd quit it. I think I've had enough of death for awhile. I'd hafta figure out what to do to maintain my nursing license, but my days of having to work would be over.
My husband, he'd have the option to quit work as well.
Our dog would go to a trainer and quit his annoying behaviors
new, cat proof furniture
I'd have a housekeeper, and a grounds person, who lived nearby and comes in every day to keep my house clean and uncluttered.
It occurs to me tho, as I'm "dreaming", that I have a feeling of unrest. Unsettling.. these aren't things I really desire. Those things can't be bought with millions. a few:
A big fat rewind button. I'd rewind time and take my mom to the beach one more time. We'd make cookies together again, and watch one more episode of Big Bang Theory. I'd hug her more, listen to her longer, say Thank you one last time.
Time. There would be more hours in the day. Just for a while, there'd be no pending deadlines for paperwork. No need to get "just one more hour" of sleep because work is at 11... Time to read, and listen to music and write and quilt and rubber stamp and cook dinners with my daughter.
A teleportation device. I'd go back several decades and talk with my Grandpa again. Zip back to Hawaii and that awesome day at Hakanauma bay with the family, or Toms PIR. I'd read to my granddaughter during our "sleep over" and lay on the Chaise in Puerto Rico reading a book and drink in hand. I'd be able to snap my fingers and be in Claremont to visit a friend who is 2 hrs away, another snap and I'd be in Fairbanks to play in the snow with the Grands, or snap! In GA helping my boy pack for his move to Kauai.
There's a message in there somewhere, about cherishing time more, unplugging and getting back to basics, being present in the minute.