Friday, September 18, 2015
Late summer is often a whirlwind of activity here on The Slice. This year is no different in that regard. However, it is very different in a couple of ways.
The new job is going okay. I am slowly adjusting to the change in schedule although it is troublesome. I enjoy the contact with the patients and being a comfort to them within the scope of my practice. However, I find myself losing interest in school. I'm no longer certain I will continue my nursing studies in January. Things have changed around me and within me. While I do enjoy my work at the hospital, I find I miss my work at the lab more and more every day. I often wonder if I shouldn't move on to something I've never done before. A true fresh start.
A month later I can still hardly believe she's gone. Sometimes I am able to fool myself into thinking she's still living there in her little house in the mountains...just a phone call away.
Many folks have tried to give me comfort by sharing that she isn't really gone and that one day we'll be together again. I know they mean well and I appreciate it. I think it unlikely for a couple of reasons. First, I'm not convinced that the afterlife they tout even exists. Second, if I'm wrong and there is an afterlife like they say there is, I most certainly will not be going to the good place. My Mom was a good Baptist woman. Her faith was strong and it served her well throughout her life. Sometimes I wish I had that faith to lean on.
The only thing that can be said to be worse than losing a loved one like my Mom is dealing with the aftermath of her existence. I spent a week alone in her home packing and sorting and cleaning in an attempt to prepare it for sale. It was probably the worst week of my life and probably just as well I was on my own.
If you have children and you love them, do everything you can to make this process as easy as possible for them. My Mom did and I have been frequently surprised by the things she thought of and did for me and my brother before she died. I can only imagine how much more difficult it would have been had she been as lackadaisical about housework as I am.
I hear that time heals all wounds. It makes me wonder if I have enough time left to heal the wounds this summer has left on me.
In between the new job and the trip to Colorado and the dealing with banks and Realtors and whatnot, my life has been percolating along. I have been canning like a woman possessed and basically just trying to keep all my plates spinning. I've been zapped with the most unholy seasonal allergies this year and yet I still keep going.
The Energizer Bunny has NOTHING on me.