Mamma |
MAMMA |
Mamma |
Mamma |
Mamma |
Today is the end of Mothers Day. What a horrible day I had. I always liked Mothers Day. you used to make me egg sandwiches or pancakes. the smell of eggs would wake me up. today steve got me a paper, a zinger, and cofee. it was funny but i didnt laugh. I am no longer a mother so therefore I hate it. motherhood died in me the day you did. i feel like the very thing that made me a mother, my mothers heart has been ripped out of my body and soul and taken with you. i feel like an empty shell of a mother that was happy and full before all this happened and that the day you died, everything was drained out of me. actually i started feeling this way when i saw you on the ground. when the medics were trying to save your life. I knew that it was all in vain. but they tried anyway either for their sake or for mine. because they all knew you and me. i bragged about you to them all the time. and some of them had followed your life through sports or through all the stories you generated in the newspapers about you athletic abilities. theminute i drove up the street and saw the ambulance I knew you were not going to live and that my life as i knew it would forever end. At the hospital, the doctors didnt know i am a nurse and that i have been in their postion so many times. they were trying to find the words to make it easy on me. the same words i have searched within myself hundreds of times when i have to tell a mom her loved one died. i knew right away the finality of it all, but my heart didnt want to accept it. i had to be strong for everyone else. we had just lost paige 3 months before and i had to be strong for steve, for nana and tata, they should never have to bury a grandson. i tried to make everyone understand that you were going to die. i knew that if you survived, you would have been miserable but now i jsut wish that even if you were an invalid, i still would want you here. i would take care of you but that would have made you so unhappy. i would be happy though. i know everyone had hopes that you would survive. they saw everyone working on you so hard that they thought there would be a miracle. i wanted that miracle but i know too much. i wanted to scream and run and hit someone or something that day. i still do every day. but i knew i had to be strong. and i still feel like i have to. but it is gettting harder and harder to hide my tears. thankfully i spend a lot of time alone so i try to get out as many of my tears when im alone. so steve wont see me hurt cause i know he hurts and worries when im sad.
Everyone is so happy. They all have children to celebrate for. I dont. I dont want pity. i feel that is what i get. i hate pity. thats what I feel everyone feels for me and that is why they call or text or invite me places. i tell everyone im ok when they as how i am. but im not ok and i get so irritated when they ask how i am. how the f...k do they think im feeling. i lost my everything. i lost the love of my life and i can see you, hold you, touch you, kiss you or hug you. at first when they would ask if there is anything they can do i would tell them that no one can give me what i want. that would make them squirm in their skin and i finally got the message. maybe they did too . because how they ask how im doing. what a stupid question.
Your death has turned my life upside down and inside out both physically and emotionally. I resent feeling so alone and cut off. maybe everyone feels uncomfortable being around me because of my grief or because they dont know what to say or do. they have gone on with their lives. only a few of us that truly loved you, who you were the most important person in our lives, still mourn. that makes me angry in a way. not just those that are close but also strangers. how can they be so happy all the time. they should be sad too like me , right? Im afraid everyone is talking about your death and about me. sometimes i feel as if they think i should be getting over this by now but i wont ever get over your not being in my arms . I want to hurt people all the time. to make up for my pain. but i just cant bring myself to do it. but it doesnt take much to bring me to tears anymore. i used to be able to hold it until i was alone. i am now so exhausted that tears come easily and i have no control over them. i hate that about me. i dont want anyone to see me cry. i want to be strong. i feel like if i let them take over me, i would never stop crying. i would just cry until the day i die.
all day long a lot of people texted me or called and said happy mothers day to me.people that never called before. why now? if i was so important in their lives why wasnt it important to call me last year or the year before? each time my heart broke all over again. it used to be such a happy day and all i did was weep . jsut when i was starting to feel better someone else would call. and the feeling would start all over again. i thought i turned my phone off but it didnt go off. steve told me that i may as well get it done with today otherwise they would be calling tomorrow and the day after. so i did.
I have so much fear of being alone. i dont want to be alone, yet i want to be alone. this is so confusing. i want to be alone with you but you arent here and i want to be alone with my htought amy greif but it scares me to be alone with my thoughts. I hate going anyplace because i see it in people eyes, i see their pity and the questions in their eyes. wondering about me and what im feeling and why this all happened. and i dont have those answers for myself, how can i naswer their questions even if they are left unsaid. Im having a hard time keeping the relationships i have already established, how am i going to make new ones... ever? I feel numb. i feel ike a robot. i cant really react either positively or negatively to anything. I am just an object in this world. sometimes i think i have lost the ability to feel. to feel anything but pain and sadness. everything is just something that has to been done or tolerated. i hate so many things that i loved before. i hate so many people. everyone who i can blame. i hate myself, I hate God. how can god be so cruel. sometimes I even hate you for dying. how can you have done this to me. how could you be so selfish. sometimes i feel responisble for your death. did i do everything possible to prevent this? you often called me a control freak and if i was, why cant i control what happened. how did it not prevent it from happening. you must have been wrong. i will never know.i guess i wasnt as awesome as you thought i was. i guess i wasnt able to make everything go my way all of the time. i know that i did everything i knew to do. i am driving myself crazy with these thoughts.I resent so much, this situation i am in right now. I resent others for being able to be happy. my whole world is dark and they somehow see light in their lives. I feel like people who are closest to me are distancing themselves from me. even steve is not the steve i knew before you died. but i know that he too is grieving. maybe thats it. bryan, myranda and her family, elvia, pat and a few others are still there for me, truly, i feel their honesty. others i feel are just doing what they think should be done. going through the motions. like i am roght now. doingwhat i think needs to be done.
I feel responsible for the way my family feels yet it angers me that they are distancing themselves. i hate that they had to go through seeing you die. i thought i was always there for them when they needed them and that they too would be there for me but it is not so. My and your friends are what is sustaining me these days. I feel abandoned by everyone and everything including you. I no longer have ambition. i cant plan for the future. why? so it can be ripped away form my grasp? Im so frustrated with everything i do. i feel so powerless all the time. helpless. it seems like everything always hits me at once. I fell like i have failed at life itself. I am emotinally bankrupt. everything good that i had is gone.
this month has been a roller coaster of emotions. i cant imagine what next month is going to be like. next year. no, things are not definatley getting better with time. they are getting worse and i dont know what to do.
Mamma |
Mamma |
Mamma |
I"ve run my last race.
The finish line of this stair climb ended up in Heaven.
My song is over, but my voice lives on in your hearts
All my Angels now have tattoos and they are beautiful.
I can draw all day and I don't need erasers, everything is perfect.
Mamma I took your heart and soul with me.
You can have it back when we meet again.
You love me more than anyone or anything else,
Always had my back.
Everything you had was for me and about me.
You and Dad helped make me that man I am.
You won't beleive the candy bars they have here.
I can have as many as I want and they're beyond delicious.
I'm never hungry , Nanita makes sure of that.
I'm never cold, here arms embrace me just as she did when I was born.
Dad, You loved me too.
Even more than you loved your own.
You guided me, as I will guide you when you get here
I had to leave to prepare things for you.
And I saw you doing donuts on the quad at my grave site.
yea, it made me laugh.
You always told me "work smarter, not harder".
Why dont you take your own advice old man?
My bro's; Never give up. Semper Fi.
Here, in my place in heaven I finally have my band
there's no room for more drummers just yet
but the music we make is awesome.
All the guitars I ever wanted, I have them now.
You'd be so jealous.
Lady, Jaz, and Jax; Don't forget me.
Look up at the sky at night.
That liltte bright star that wont' stop twinkling:
That's me . Watching over you.
Big Bro. Take that weight off your shoulders. Turn it into love.
For your little family. Guide them through the right path.
I'm doing great!
There is no darkness here.
No pain, no lonliness. Nothing hurts and no one can hurt me here.
There is only Peace, Joy, Laughter. It's always warm and sunny here.
I smile all the time now.
To those that wronged or that I wronged. I forgive. There is no room for regrets.
There is no room for hate or anger here.
I'm free.
I'm with Paigee. She met me the day I got here.
We hang out . We laugh.
She runs with me and I've been kicking a soccer ball with her.
She can still eat more tacos than anyone else.
And she wants me to tell 'Ya'll" that we're ok. Don't worry 'bout us.
Nanita is here too. I sleep with her.
She is still beautiful and nice.
She hugs and kisses me so I won't miss you yours so much.
And I met all my other grandparents.
And they are so happy I was given time with them now.
They have all taken me and Paigee under their Angel wings.
We soar from cloud to cloud looking down at you.
Waiting for the day you get here.
I know your'e sad. I know you miss me.
If you only knew how much better it is for me here
You wouldnt worry, or shed any more tears.
Sorry.. Only us lucky ones get to be here now.
Your time will come and when it does...
I'll have this place ready for all of you.
Just look up at the clouds. I move them around sometimes so I can see you.
And I'm arranging thing so they are just right for each of you.
I love you all.
Later Dudes.
Myranda Symons |
mom |
Breif were my days among you
And breifer still the words I have spoken.
But should my voice fade in your ears, and my love vanish in your memory, then I will come again.
And with a richer heart and lips more yeilding to the spirit will I speak.
Yea, I shall return with the tide.
And though death may hide me, and the greater silence enfold me, yet again will I seek your understanding.
And not in vain will I seek.
If aught I have said is said is truth, that truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice, and in words more kin to your thoughts.
mom |
The time has come that my life has ceased
I ask that you remember these things.
Bury my body, but not my beliefs.
Bury my heart, but not my love.
Bury my eyes, but not my vision.
Bury my feet, but not the path I ran or walked on
Bury my hands, but not my diligent effefforts
My Legacy lives on in my art, tenacity strength and drive.
Bury my shoulders, but not the concern I carried.
Bury my voice, but not my messages, my music
or the songs that I sang.
Bury my mind, but not my dreams, my hopes
and aspirations.
Bury me, but not my life.
If you must bury something let it be…
my faults and weaknesses,
let my life continue in you.
Rock on! I Love You!
mom |
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard Him call
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Task left undone must stay that way.
I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Ah yes, these things, I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much.
Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief:
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me
God wanted me now. He set me free.
mom |
mom |
you changed your name so when i called you , you didnt answer until i guessed who you were that day. Buster, Cougar, Tommy, TJ, Fudd. then alter you were Boy, Little Man, Shaggy.
You always loved bananas. you hated wearing clothes. you loved Power Rangers especiall the white and green ones. you first day of school you wore a complete power ranger outfit and back pack. you watched Beeteljuice somuch we had to buy another tape. you loved climbing things especillay the tree out front. Myranday climbed it to see what you had in your toy box up there. you climbed on top of the firdge and welost you for 3 hours. I was so afraid. turns out you were watching us the whole time and when i leaned on the sink to cry you said " dont cry mama". and i found you. ill add more meories later.