Monday, August 20, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Weekend in Minnesota
Yesterday, I scattered Mom's ashes on her burial plot. My sister and brothers chose not to be there. It was a bittersweet end to a life well lived. The cemetary was just how I remembered it only older. It is a nice place. And it was what she wanted.
Now it is time to move on. I will always remember her. She gave me so much. Now it is time to make sure I pass on the same to my children and grandchildren.
Now it is time to move on. I will always remember her. She gave me so much. Now it is time to make sure I pass on the same to my children and grandchildren.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Mom's Last Trip
Later this afternoon we pick up the rental car we will be driving this weekend to Minnesota. A trip to WalMart for medications (for me) and some necessities, dinner out (birthday dinner for Myron), then an early start in the morning is the plan. Our trip will be 10 1/2 hours long. We have a nice hotel room reserved.
I sent invitations to my brothers and sister. My sister called. She will not come to the cemetery. I had no idea there was so much bitterness connected with my Stepfather's memory. I am sad. I just cant' understand why they can't put their own feelings aside for 20 minutes. Besides, It's not our stepfather's burial. He has been gone for 48 years. What could he have done that couldn't be forgiven by now. Mom and Dad were only married for 13 months before he died. He didn't have enough time with us to do much of anything that terrible. AND she LOVED him.This is the last loving thing we can do for Mom and I will be saying goodbye alone. Well, I can't make them come to honor her. So the weekend is about how I want to say goodbye.
There is a nice forest preserve near our hotel. I am taking my paints and after I go to the cemetery I want to spend sometime painting out in the woods. I also want to make a drawing at the cemetery. So the weekend will be quiet, solitary, and creative. I am hoping that Myron won't be too bored.
I sent invitations to my brothers and sister. My sister called. She will not come to the cemetery. I had no idea there was so much bitterness connected with my Stepfather's memory. I am sad. I just cant' understand why they can't put their own feelings aside for 20 minutes. Besides, It's not our stepfather's burial. He has been gone for 48 years. What could he have done that couldn't be forgiven by now. Mom and Dad were only married for 13 months before he died. He didn't have enough time with us to do much of anything that terrible. AND she LOVED him.This is the last loving thing we can do for Mom and I will be saying goodbye alone. Well, I can't make them come to honor her. So the weekend is about how I want to say goodbye.
There is a nice forest preserve near our hotel. I am taking my paints and after I go to the cemetery I want to spend sometime painting out in the woods. I also want to make a drawing at the cemetery. So the weekend will be quiet, solitary, and creative. I am hoping that Myron won't be too bored.
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